Novel & Cerita The Sword Of Dawn

He was pertaining to Dawn. Until now, one was fooled into believing I was a noble. The clothes, indeed, were a great help. Dawn was a noble. Not me. But I had to keep it a secret if I didn't want to jeopardize her safety. Gripping my wrist tightly so I won't run away, he whistled at his comrades as if signaling we were utterly overpowered. The one fighting Dawn smiled and pulled out his sword on the brink of stabbing Dawn. The man fighting the coachman followed after.

That man took out his gleaming sword and approached her. Yona felt fear in every cell of her body, and cold winds pierced her skin, making her shiver in terror. "Why is he approaching me with his sword? Is he going to slash me with that? But why?" She murmured, creeping backwards to avoid getting in front of him. But he kept coming towards him, his face devoid of any emotion or mercy. The sword he was wielding was enigmatic in itself. That sword was given to every god of death. That sword could extinguish any being's soul. With a single slash on anyone, he or she becomes extinct for all time, with no chance of ever being resurrected.

He started "You also have to cut ties with this world in order to defend Altheda, remember not only is our realm in danger but this world is also in danger. It is all left for you to decide, it's time for The Dawn of A Guardian." He said those words with so much emphasis. And before I know it another smoke screen filled up the book shop again, I managed to find my way out before I would choke to death.

He dropped his sword because of the strong vines gripped in his arms. General Kael stood up and walked towards him. “Don’t make me do this. Just yield.” “Never.” Arth replied with his hands and feet slowly turning to red because of the vines preventing blood flow. General Kael raised his golden sword above. It glared from the sunlight. “Solar nova!” he shouted. His golden sword shone brightly that forced the men around to close their eyes. Maester David couldn’t see clearly but he saw a burning yellow ball of light at the point of the general’s sword above. It was like a small sun. It continued to grow until it was big as anyone’s head.

said Gerald, a hint of happiness in his tone as he took his short blade out. “…Hmm? What’s this?” said Gerald the moment he realized that the short blade looked slightly different from before. Looking closely at it, it seemed that peculiar lines and words had appeared on both sides of the blade. On one of the sides, the word ‘Dawnbreaker’ could be seen engraved on the blade in ancient-like handwriting. ‘Dawnbreaker… I guess that’s your name, huh. What an overbearing name!’ Gerald thought to himself. Turning to look at the other side of the short blade, Gerald saw that there were many more tiny lines and pictures on this side.

Farrah stepped back, pointing the end of the sword towards the female zombie. “Grr...” The zombie leaped towards Farrah once again, its hands extended towards the woman's face. This time, Farrah didn't hesitate to swing her sword to cut the zombie's head away from its neck. The head flew away and rolled a few times over, while the zombie's body slowly kneeled, then its upper body directly flopped on the floor. Farrah sighed, and as her sight swept against the surrounding, she caught a reflection of something not far away creeping behind her back.

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

He chucked something at the prince. Colter caught it immediately, it was a sword, a gemstone that resembled an evil looking cat’s eye was in the center of its hilt. The blade’s edge glowed with a faint but violent looking color of black. “Your reward is the sweet release of death!” Dyron told them maniacally laughing now, his hands were thrown up as he laughed as all was going according to plan. Colter prepared the sword he had been given, he swung it in the air a few times and it let out whistles as he cut through the wind.

Many people believed it was a myth but she. She is definitely not an ordinary person. She's trained, calculative, and hot as hell. The Dagger of Dawn is an ancient family artifact that holds the power of the sun and wind at the same time. It was wielded by a powerful vampire, Kronus, my grandfather. That's right, Knox's dad. It is meant to be passed down after two generations and only royal full-blooded vampires could wield it. With the sword, their powers are ten times more than normal. In other words, my dad, Knox is waiting for Emrys, my younger brother to grow up before passing it down. If he learns it's been stolen...

The long wait was over; the final battle had begun. Veyra stood at the front of her army, her cloak billowing in the gusts of wind that whipped around her like the fury of the storm itself. Her hand rested on the hilt of the Sword of Zevi, its blade shimmering with moonfire—a weapon that had seen countless battles, but none like the one she was about to lead. The sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of everything they had fought for. Of the sacrifices that had been made. Of the blood that had been spilled.