Warrior Of Light Dissidia Novels & Stories

Mahisar fled to his quarters, his breath ragged, the edges of his vision still pulsing with the aftershocks of pain. His master’s fury was unlike anything he had ever felt. The plan had to change—and fast—if they were to have any hope of defeating the Goddess Warrior and the growing alliance at her back. Failing to seize her weapons, let alone destroy them, had tilted the balance sharply against them.

With each victory, the light within them grew stronger, pushing back the darkness. Finally, they stood victorious, the shadows vanquished. The Guardian of Light reappeared, its form now more defined, as if the battles had given it clarity. "You have proven yourselves worthy," the Guardian said. "The Light Relic is yours." Kai stepped forward and took the Light Relic from the pedestal. As he held it, the relic's energy merged with the others, creating a brilliant, unified glow. The power of the seven realms now resonated within him, a force strong enough to prevent the emergence of the God Giant Statue of Destroyers.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

Boro stepped back when he saw the warriors face. In the briefest of time, memories filled Boro's mind. Pleasant nights training under moons light, days filled with laughter and happiness, evening arguments and debates on philosophy and war strategy. A tear threatened to fall from his eyes but he snapped himself back to the battlefield and blinked away the tear. Nila's eyes too seemed filled with surprise, not just at her defeat, but also at meeting with an old friend on the battlefield. All around them the battle still raged, although the sounds of war seemed to be decreasing, he knew this to mean that he had won and the battle would soon be over. He shouted for his guards to take her prison

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

Lilith's light faltered, confused by the maze's twists and turns. Undeterred, Lilith focused her energy, creating a beacon of light that pierced through the illusions, dispelling the maze. Lord Varnaak snarled, his control wavering. The battle raged on, with both combatants exchanging blows. Lilith’s light clashed with lord Varnaak’s darkness, each one pushing the other to their limits. In the end, it was Lilith’s unwavering determination and the purity of her light that proved too much for lord Varnaak’s illusions.

“Choice? What choice?” “The choice to surrender to your darkness, or to fight for the light still inside you.” I clenched my fists. “I’ve already lost so much. What light?” “You think your pain has broken you, but it has also forged you.” “Forged me into what? A monster?” The shadow stepped closer, becoming clearer—an ethereal woman with silver hair and eyes like the moon. “Not a monster. A warrior. But warriors must decide their path.” Her eyes held no judgment, only an endless depth of understanding. I wanted to ask more, but the words tangled in my throat.

“Show yourself to me!” Disseus looked to Nim. Letting her give the orders. She knows him better than any of us. She nodded. “You look to obey her?” Nierwae was furious. “She’s a slave. Not a commander.” “The Hell she is!” Without a word Disseus swept the cloak from his shoulders. Letting it fall. Revealing his unique blue-white hair curling over his forehead and back to his collar. His shimmering silver eyes and the hard lines of his jaw. His sinewed body making it readily apparent he was a warrior.

"They are coming this way. Thousands of them." Darius's jaw tightened. "They knew we were coming." "They are moving fast. We will meet them within the hour." Darius turned to me. "Are you ready?" I nodded. My hands were already glowing. The two armies met like waves crashing against each other. The sound was deafening. Metal on metal. Men shouting. Horses screaming. I had never been in a battle before, not that I could remember but my body knew what to do. Warriors rushed at me, swords raised. I raised my hand, and white light exploded from my palm, throwing them back. Three more came. I swept my arm, and the light cut through them like a blade.