The Sword Of Dawn Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Not a single emotion rippled in her heart. Dante, however, could not suppress his anger. His face darkened as he watched Andres calling out Camellia's name in front of everyone. He moved to storm down the aisle with his fists clenched, ready to knock Andres out. Nevertheless, Camellia held him back, calming him just enough to signal for security to drag Andres away. Seeing that Camellia remained unmoved, Andres let out a heart-wrenching cry. With a sudden burst of strength, he broke free from the guards. He pulled a sharp knife from his sleeve, and he slashed his right hand without hesitation.

He staggered back and loosened his grip, which allowed her to break free. Knowing that she didn't stand a chance at repossessing her sword, she pulled one of the smaller daggers out of her belt and launched it at the vampire, who had now regained his focus and was heading for her. The dagger struck him in the heart and a loud shriek escaped him as he burst into flames, ending up as nothing more than a pile of ash within seconds.

Selfish "I told you, staring is rude." Nalunok ko agad ang pagkaing isinubo ko kaya ako nasamid. Si Theros kasi bigla na lang bumulong sa tainga ko. "O, dahandahan lang Dawn. Drink first." Inabot sa akin ni Phoenix ang isang basong tubig at agad kong ininuman iyon.

A cheering applause was made; it was said that I was beautiful by the men, which made me feel high of myself sometimes. The disco lights popped on, and dazzling music started. Everyone cheered. In my silk gown, hair perfectly styled, and makeup flawless, I twisted my body around the pole, giving the crowd my most enchanting look. Biting my lips seductively, I lifted my weight like a gymnast, twisting around the pole, my fingers trailing my curves straight to my chest. The men's eyes were all over me, filled with lust. My gaze suddenly locked with someone in the crowd ,a man with intense blue eyes. His aura made me feel both uneasy and intrigued.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

I will rather give up my life in exchange for peace in my realm. I will arrange a meeting straight away and give out my instructions. I don't need my wolf to command my people. I have Dainné with me, Dianne is the name of the sword gifted to me by the moon Goddess, only me for thousands of years that had passed can wield that sword. the sword when unsheathed can never be sheathed back without it tasting or spilling blood. a bloodthirsty sword and one of it kind. I stretch my hands and open my palm in front of me, a fine-sheathed sword with a carving of a wolfman and a moon engraved on it.

His eyes became even sharper as he yelled, "Northern Dark Divine Sword!" "Swoosh!" The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword emitted a bright cyan light that enveloped a radius of a thousand feet as it charged at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen swung his sword, and the Autumn Water Sword also erupted with a thousand-feet-long ray of light. Both swords met in a collision.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.