White Light Chakra Sabre Novels & Stories

A very shiny silver sword. Prince Xander examined all parts of the sword. He saw a small hole in the sword tip. He took the crystal and put it in the hole. Instantly there was a very bright white light mixed with blue light from the crystal. The sword released itself from the prince's hand and then floated in the air.

Quarth held the hilt of his longsword with both hands, extended it forward, and pointed it to Larice. —[Swordlight of Mugronar]— His chest glowed with orange light, bursting out energy in the air. Larice spread her eyes open in horror, stepping back as she watched the empyreal sword absorb the energy. The weapon blazed with a bright fire, hugging around the blade. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Whitewind?” Quarth said with an evil smirk on his face, glowing from the fire. Suddenly her mind was flashing a lot of dark memories. Larice made herself hide behind a huge pillar.

Her white dress lay in tatters around her, and in the midst of it stood a Great White Wolf. The wound in her chest had completely healed and she was looking as strong and as radiant as ever. Her white fur gleamed, and Logan noticed that the crescent tattoo on her shoulder was completely gone. Aella pawed the ground and snarled at the onlookers, her amber eyes glowing like golden balls. Then she looked to the side where Logan stood, and he heard her, strong and brave through their mind link. Thank you.

Without thinking about myself, I jumped down from the podium and struck the death wraith with the Moon crest. It released Zira immediately and screamed. The light from the stone seemed to be burning it from the inside out. It thrashed around in an attempt to break free but the Moon crest held it captive. It ended up shrieking like that until it vanished into thin air and the Moon crest fell back into my hands.

He gave a brusque nod, picking both Selene and Mason in one muscular movement and running for the egress passage. The ghostly interlopers rushed on me with startling speed, their phantom talons cutting the air with wicked promise. I danced away from their initial assaults, focused hard on centering my aura and calling forth the holy celestial illumination burning inside me. My mother's instruction flowed over me in waves as I tapped into that ethereal cosmic wellspring. Within seconds, a nimbus of dazzling incandescence surged outwards from my core scorching beams of purifying light blasting through the inky shadows engulfing the sanctuary. Unholy shrieks pierced the air as the dazzling rays

Chester growled and swung his big saber. The heavy blow once again triggered the surrounding laws and enhanced the saber energy, which resulted in the saber light. A wind stirred, and cold light appeared. The saber energy and saber light attacked Philip. Philip frowned with a hint of approval in his eyes. “Not bad. As expected of an outstanding talent of the white tiger royal family. This saber technique is quite interesting,” Philip said with a chuckle. “However, it’s not enough!

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

This would end tonight. Jaiyana crouched low on Shan’s back, white tiger muscles coiled beneath her like steel springs. Her heart beat in perfect synchrony with his, every instinct honed to a single purpose: defeat Maximus. The Chakram of Indra spun at her side, a silver wheel of fire ready to sever anything in its path. The Vajra Spear crackled with lightning, humming with power to pierce and shatter even the strongest enchantments. And the Trident of Varuna gleamed in the moonlight, its three prongs capable of pinning, piercing, and controlling the colossal demon before them.

Sachin looked at Severin with a solemn expression. He then said grimly, "Everyone underestimated you." With a subtle gesture, Sachin raised his hand. A dazzling light emanated from it and turned into a bronze halberd. The weapon stretched nine feet long, boasting a dragon-headed blade with sharp edges on both ends. Its bronze sheen exuded a formidable aura, marking it as a premier spiritual artifact.

Pieces of the tower fell, but they bounced off from the powerful shield below that was formed by strong vital energy. The Two Evils of Hell were done gathering energy. The broadsword and Crimson Kill entangled and formed into a black dragon and a red dragon. They roared while circling and dashed toward Chase. Chase scoffed. His right hand grabbed something in the air, and a lightning spear appeared. The lightning spear from before looked jumpy from the electrical current, and everyone could tell that it was not completely physical. This was different. This lightning spear was white like marble. No one could tell that it was not physical unless one touched it. It was made purely from lightnin