White Light Chakra Sabre Novels & Stories

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. 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.

"Today... you shall wield both." With a flash of light, the ancient spirit merged completely into Seraphina's body. Her simple healer's staff violently transformed, elongating into a radiant, heavy silver spear that hummed with cosmic energy. The entire battlefield erupted into an astonished, breathless silence as the true Luna stood fully revealed.

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

"Your time to shine." Chicago created an energy blade in his right hand, made of his yellow colored spiritual prowess. He opened his eyes while stepping forward to face the demons, Chicago said. "Strike me."

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

' It raised its head to look ahead, and its pupils shrunk immediately. It saw a young lad strolling in its direction. The young lad that looked insanely handsome had a saber on his shoulder which was giving off cold glints. Additionally, behind the young lad was a young lady. 'That young lad must be Lucas and no one else, while that young lady must be Cherry.’ "Lucas the Demon?" The Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race stared at Lucas. "You’re absolutely right." Lucas nodded as he came to a halt. The Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race fixed its gaze on the saber on Lucas' shoulder. It could tell mostly instantly that it was one of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Dragon Slaying Saber!

A crooked grin spread across his face, and Slate said, “Command the magic, Nya. Feel it.” Nya closed her eyes, wondering why she hadn’t seen this scene ever before, and put her hand over the wound. “Heart of Magic,” she whispered, “I command you to heal this wound. Heal this man, and make him whole again.” Immediately, she felt the power pulsing through her, stronger now than it ever had before. It flowed from her fingers into Slate’s chest, and he closed his eyes as a warmth embraced both of them, a circling breeze like the hottest of summer days engulfing them and sweeping them up into the air. Nya opened her eyes for a second to see a warm, red light spinning around them before they were

She felt Damian’s arms holding her, his voice grounding her—but it was distant, faint, against the storm. Not mine. The words came, barely more than thought. But as soon as she whispered them inside herself, the warmth she had touched before—the hidden ember—flickered to life. Not violet. Not silver. Pure white, steady, and sharp as a blade. The Queen recoiled. Mia seized the crack. Her eyes snapped open, blazing not violet, not shadowed silver, but white. The fire burst outward, a dome of searing light that hurled Damian back, forcing every hybrid to shield their eyes.

He brandished his right fist, bringing it down against the Holy One's chest. "Argh!" "Shield of Light!" the Holy One fumed, scrambling to shout the chant. A shield forged of white light appeared before his chest, and Wilbur struck the shield with a punch charged with the power of the light.