Novel & Cerita The Sword Of Hades

' Erebus says in sorrow. 'Besides, it's not like I knew where she was. I could just sense her.' Erebus explains. Michael calms at this explanation. 'Is that why I felt a pulling in my heart when I first heard those nurses gossiping about him?' I ask with curiosity. 'Yes, it was.' Eos says smiling. I smile at Michael. 'Wait how do you know we will have two kids?' Michael asks. 'It is a part of the prophecy.' Erebus says. 'What exactly does this prophecy say?' Michael asks with curiosity. ' The Moon Goddess and Hades will be brought together to merge their bloodlines bringing about two very powerful strong children that will bring peace between the vampires and werewolves as well as the werewo

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

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A river rested on the right side, providing the source of another waterfall nearby. “Are you ready for your training? I hope you finally recovered from what happened recently. Being here is your destiny. Like it or not, you have to embrace it.” Zenus drew one of his swords from his back. Kharyn was following them behind. She held a long sword and handed it to Eleand. “You might die training with Zenus, so I will give you Hasmal—the late king’s sword,” she said. “Thanks,” Eleand hesitated for a while. Because if this sword belonged to the king, he should take good care of it. That responsibility alone was overwhelming. It was a warrior’s sword; the hilt was black, and its pommel was a form of

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”

The sword had a name: Uthar. A strange name for a sword, he thought. If he survived this long, he's worth taking. It would be too much to ask for a scabbard. Sword in hand he went through the forest. The shades of the dead slowly rose, trying to block his way. His instincts activated, he swung the sword at the shades. A group of them moved a step back. He moved a step forward. The group stood still, they waited. A tall shade appeared from the group, he was their leader. His great sword was ready to strike. Hjolt looked at him with disbelief, his eyes tricked him, and yet again the leader stood in front of him. He looked like yore King Rathar, ruler of the Northern provinces. There was no mis

Magically, my body floated to an upright position, and my eyes fluttered open. Nagama. The sword of justice. It glowed bright green, beautiful to behold. The hilt was made of pure gold, which made the blade heavy to lift. Shannon, the first Daughter of Eve used the same sword in her conquest against the Lycans. After her death, many werewolves broke into a haze, seeking the sword, but couldn't find it. it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity.