White Light Chakra Sabre Novels & Stories

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

Scarlet Black Sword was a very powerful magic treasure, containing a trace of spirituality. At this moment, it moved because of his opponent. It was obvious that his opponent's next attack was no trivial matter. Coupled with the heavy expression on Luo Shui's face, Zephyr Khan began to vaguely feel that something was wrong. "Boom!" The space vibrated. A silver light beam suddenly flashed out. When they saw it clearly, they found it was a very delicate silver war hammer. An overbearing and fierce aura enveloped it, as if it contained all kinds of thunderbolts.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

And then he saw it — himself. Not quite. The Figure wore his face, yes. But he stood taller. Broader. A scar ran across his left brow, and his eyes glowed a supernatural gold. In his hand, he wielded the weapon—but it was no longer chained or wrapped. It burned freely, a blade made of molten light and an obsidian spine. This other Xavier didn't hesitate. He carved through enemy after enemy, and with every swing, the battlefield bent to his will. Xavier (gasping): "That's not me… I—I'd never—"

"I have a made some pretty good looking ones other than this, but you don't have better, do you?" Sienna seemed peeved by that and retorted without much thought. "I have quite a few gems the colour of my eyes, you bitch." Athena shrugged as she leaned back into her chair. "On your honour as a werewolf and the future Luna, which one is better?" She grinned. "Mine or theirs?" "That's enough," I sighed as I stood up. "You have outdone yourself, Athena. I look forward to this quality when you make mine."

Instead, he saw only a tired, resolute professional. I placed both my bare hands firmly on his chest, right over his heart. This was not a simple probe; it was a powerful merging. The violet Wolfsbane energy I had learned to control surged through my hands, blending with the pure, white light of my natural healing ability. The violet energy-the poison-found the Wolfsbane residue in his bone marrow and neutralized it, while the white light healed the wounds to his soul.

He went off me and left, only to come back minutes later with a silver whip. A silver whip is a deadly weapon for us werewolves. Once silver touches out skin, it's equivalent to fire burning our entire being. But for me, it was at least...bearable. I closed my eyes ready for the pain. "This, my love, is your punishment for disobeying me." Then I felt excruciating pain on my stomach. 1 gash. *Whip!* 2 gashes. *Whip!* 3 gashes. And by the time he finally stopped, my lips were already bleeding from biting my lips so hard.

Madchen awakened to bright sunlight, and a familiar voice calling her name. She raised up in the bed, somewhat confused. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Drago’s arms. Something seemed to be missing, though. Looking down, she noticed her chest tube was gone. The hole where it had been inserted was completely healed, no scar, no evidence of it ever being there. “We have healing powers,” the familiar voice said.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.