Warrior Of Light Dissidia Novels & Stories

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

And then, a figure stepped out of the flames. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't a man. It was a warrior clad in silver armor that looked like it was made of frozen moonlight. He held a spear that hummed with a sound that made my dragon soul recoil in pure pain. He didn't look at the wolves. He didn't look at Silas. He looked straight at me. "The Goddess was right," the warrior said, his voice sounding like grinding metal. "The parasite has returned. It’s time to finish what we started a thousand years ago."

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

Elo asked. “Yeah, misfortune I guess,” Ivy whined. “Then you are the one both Dark Dwellers and Light Dwellers seek.” He said in a calming voice. “What exactly are you?” she asked curiously. “I am a Light Dweller; Nick is also a Light Dweller.” He said relaxing. “So, you are turning eighteen soon, yes?” “Yeah, Nick said something about coming of age?” she said trying to sound like she was concerned. “When you turn eighteen, you are to go through a ritual. It will start your journey to either light or dark. You will face one year and six months on the dark side and the light side. At the age of twenty-one, your soul chose whose side you’ll be on.”

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

The light engulfed the antagonist, dispelling the darkness and leaving behind a stunned silence. As the light faded, the antagonist's form dissipated, leaving nothing but echoes in its wake. Elysia and her allies stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion but their spirits unwavering. "We did it," Soraya exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and triumph in her voice.

- Sorcerer! Vic sat up with difficulty and looked around. A tall, lithe figure in the light traveler's clothing glided among the more powerful and heavy bodies of warriors clad in battle armor. It was like an outlandish dance accompanied by the brilliance of steel moving too fast. He had not yet seen Yarsi in a real battle, where he spared no one, stopped the blow so as not to injure or cripple. And now I saw. Merciless lunges, incredibly fast swings, short, merging into lanes of blade movement and splashes of blood flying to the sides. His rage was calculated, measured, unerring. Crazy.

Sabrina grunted, her golden shield flickering under the relentless assault. I lunged forward, slamming the dagger into the orb. A high-pitched scream filled the room as the orb cracked, releasing a shockwave that sent the witch and her creatures reeling. She staggered, her power faltering as Sabrina seized the moment. With a fierce cry, she unleashed a concentrated blast of light that struck the witch head-on. The witch collapsed to her knees, her dark magic fading as Sabrina advanced, her breathing ragged but victorious. Together, we moved towards her with Sabrina binding her with some sort of invisible shackles.

" Lisa faintly whispered, with a faded voice drained with a melancholic tune. Daito slowly rose to his feet. His hair drooped down covering his eyes, but the bright surge of light emanating from them could still be seen, driving fear into the hearts of the villagers. Even with a broken wrist, he managed a tight fist with a crackling sound, as if the broken bones were scrapping at each others' rigid ends. He grated his teeth together like a wild bull. His hair suddenly illuminated, blooming into a bright blue aura of strands that matched his eyes.