Novel & Cerita The Sword Of Morning

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.

Hansen asked in a casual tone as if a battle wasn’t at their doorstep. Adrian didn't know as he hadn't had much contact with this sword. "It's because this sword has a special effect," Hansen said and he raised the sword and slashed it in the rain. There was little light in their surroundings, but after the Lunar Edge was drawn, everything was illuminated by the dazzling light emanating from the sword. The light spread from the sword to the surroundings, forcing Adrian to squint. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade and the Hellblade started trembling. Shing!

The clang of steel rang through the crisp morning air, echoing across the wide expanse of the MacLeod training yard. Finlay MacLeod swung his claymore with precision, the sword a seamless extension of his arm. Every strike, every pivot of his body, was fluid and practiced, like a deadly dance honed by years of experience. His dark hair clung to his damp brow, and the sheen of sweat glistened on his sun-bronzed skin, evidence of hours spent under the unforgiving Highland sun.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

I couldn’t feel the pain of running as I slashed and fought through the warriors that dared try to hold me back. The pale metal of the sword glittered in the morning sunlight as it was held over Liam’s head, poised for the exposed flesh of his neck. The warrior holding the sword, larger than any male I had ever come across, brought the sword down on Liam’s neck. Where blood should have splattered, there was none. The air was fresh with tree sap and the tangy scent of blood, but it wasn’t Liam’s blood that watered the earth. Liam’s form exploded in a sea of light, rays of white and gold that tore away my sight. I threw my arm over my eyes, clenching them tightly as it seared my eyelids.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

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.

The second the sword was pulled out, dragon-like flames instantly surged out from the sword’s blade… A sinister smile on his face, the shadowy figure then lifted the sword high as he laughed arrogantly before declaring, “The Sword of Might… It’s finally mine! The world is going to be mine soon!”

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence. “Sword of light” Nathaniel murmured. As fire from his hand start to form into a sword. He take a deep breathe and look at Lynx. “No rest huh?” he said trying to humor the situation. “Meh” Lynx rolled his eyes and smiled. This is just the start of the long journey. "I the King of land calls out to you, protect and seal the ground I stand" Lynx chanted as the branches of the trees move making a big cage enveloping the house. Nathaniel jumps out the cage, stretching his legs, arms and leg.