The Sword Of Destiny Witcher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I roared "look I swear I..I ahhhhhh I don't know where he kept it " he scream, I threw him away and he groan and slowly staggered up from the floor . "look am sorry I can't help you" he said and I glared hard at him ,I need that sword and it seemed Destin hide it . "look here Nicholas don't let me hurt you so tell me where my weapon is "I snap and he sigh " et..."he was about to cast a spell but I speedily grab him and smashed his head on his reading table which produced a loud bang

If only she did not blindly followed this man, maybe she is now truly living full of peace and happiness just like what she once dreamed to have. If only she did not love this monster... She put her bony hand inside her pocket to get the pocket knife she brought with her today. Andrew deserves to die! She runs towards Andrew fast with the idea of killing this monster in her mind. But the reality was really disappointing her. Andrew grabbed Rhianne's free hand and twisted it on her back. Before Rhianne can react, she felt something that stabbed on her abdomen. She lowered her eyes only to see Andrew holding her hand that holds the knife. He gave much force from his hand to stabbed the knife d

The battleground blurred—the line between friend and foe vanished as instinct consumed reason. Jeremy’s wolf surged forward, massive and merciless, tearing into the cursed with savage precision. Blood sprayed, darkening the moonlit ground, and for a moment I stood frozen, horror gluing me in place as he ripped heads from shoulders with terrifying ease. But then—I saw him. A figure draped in crimson, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze locked with mine, burning straight into my soul. They had warned us of this curse. They had whispered that I would be next. We never listened.

Susan chanted and threw a handful of grey powder into the air, “hear my voice. Accept this vessel. Accept this blood.” She walked to a table near the altar and picked up a large sword. The blade was long and heavy, with strange symbols etched along the metal. The red moonlight reflected on it making it glow faintly. My heart...my spirit....lurched. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…” Sarah’s grip on my arm tightened. “What is she doing?” “She is blessing it,” Athena said grimly. “She wants the sword to carry the curse. To make the death permanent.”

"But what does that have to do with it?" "They were supposed to have sacrificed themselves and caused a cosmic explosion with those memories, and they would spread across all dimensions, revealing who caused the imbalance in their world and ended the peace between wolves and sorcerers. And Maya, when she strayed from the purpose, broke a rule, and Lana tried to fix it. And to fix it, she created a dagger, the same one that Maya ended up receiving in place of her partner in that war, the same war in which the wolves and sorcerers were fighting, the same war in which the sorcerers were being decimated by Kan, until Lana interfered, revealing a weapon that cannot be created by sorcerers. But th

“A very powerful witch. I’m sure you’ll meet her and her mate Ezra soon enough. Jamison brought out a scabbard and Ard’al pulled a beautifully made broad sword. The wooden handle was etched and the blade was engraved with symbols he didn’t understand. “The sword is spelled and blessed”, Ard’al said. Rainn took the blade from his hand and couldn’t believe how well balanced it was. “You start training using that tomorrow”, Ard’al called as he headed out the door.

Dark Shadow crowed mournfully. Razor held her by her hair, bringing her great humiliation. “It’s over,” Kylie muttered, “Tell us about Destiny.” “Ah. So that is why you are here. I see. You want the 6th Sword.” Dark Shadow smiled wryly. “We do. Speak, where is he?” Kylie asked. “He? For starters, the 6th Sword is a she. Secondly, I have no idea where she is. I can tell you were she would be in the next full moon though.” Dark Shadow chuckled.

It burned in my veins, fierce and alive. A sudden gust of wind burst out from around me, lifting the dust and ash. The red moon pulsed. Caden turned toward me, still holding Duncan’s wolf by the throat. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” I didn’t answer. My hand reached out and the sword answered. With a flash of blue light, the Sword of Nytheris vanished from Caden’s grip. He looked down in shock as it dissolved from his hand and flew straight toward mine, slicing through the air like it had been waiting.

The witch released her hold on the sword, as her lifeless body fell on the floor. "No No No" Esther voice once again echoed in my head. The sword slowly fell to the ground. "Everyone get out of there NOW!" Esther yelled fearful. At her scream, the sword sounded loudly on the ground, it's blade echoing throughout the mountains. But it didn't last even for a second, as a red blinding light appeared from the crashing gem stone that was embedded in the sword. "What is that?" Came Cole voice from my side. "Doom!" Weakly, Esther voiced. The gentle sir that had lingered for so long, morphed into an enraged windy storm.

“Why now? Why all this?” His gaze sharpens, cutting through the weakness of his body. “Because of you. Because of the prophecy. The white wolf and the black wolf, destined to clash. She has her piece on the board. And you—you are mine.” The air in the room shifts, thick with something that feels older than either of us. I swallow hard, forcing my voice steady. “Then how do I win? How do I stop it?” His hand lifts, trembling, to grip my wrist. The touch is weak, but the intent burns strong. “You must find the sword. The ancient blade, forged from the blood of Varya Ashmoon. It is the only weapon that can end the black wolf, once and for all.”