Wielder Novels & Stories

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

It looked like a halberd, but shorter, with a polished wood handle, and engraved from top to bottom. The spike and axe were made of a bluish material that shone brightly in the sun. Nio thought for a moment that the glow of the weapon was very similar to the glow of the leaves of the tree he had created last night. But that thought was soon forgotten. The goblin just stood there, silent, with no indication that he intended to move out of their way. Shieena leaned closer to Nio and whispered: “Be careful. This goblin is the war chief of the

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

I winced and pulled away. "What?" I looked back at his frustrated face and pulled the blankets up to cover my nakedness. If he was going to throw his life away for me and Nick, he had a right to know. It was time I took a leap of faith. "Do you know what this is?" His eyes flashed to the band on my finger then back to my face. "It's a warding ring." "Do you know what they're used for?" "Keeping spirits away. Shades too, it's thought. Those one's in particular," he said, nodding towards my battered silver band, "are hard to come by."

I respond, pretending to be interested in pile of guisarme clustered on a table next to me. “Ah… could tiny hands like yours wield such a weapon? Brass knuckles would suit you more” Of all sizes of individuals to call my hands tiny, it was him? “I had a little training as a child. My father had us on high alerts because he was not the friendliest pair of the pack” a blatant lie, my father was a sweet soul. The only person who may possess knowledge of a blade in our household would be Lanthernia due to her use of them on the farm.

I wasn't going to do this until I had the new pack, but I needed my Alpha and I needed it now. My bones all clicked and twisted as I shifted, my self control gone as all I could see was red and I knew I needed to make Link pay for what he had done. I could feel the increase in strength and I could sense of every little thing around me, including the fact Blake was just about still alive.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake. Soul Shepherd: A weaker warrior that plays a vital role in supporting its allies. Soul Shepherds draw upon the souls bound to them to heal wounds and bolster the strength of their comrades, a beacon of spectral light amid battle.] "This skill is okay." I chuckled.

Andrius held up the Argentum Qilin Spear and swung it, looking handsome and elegant. “Be careful, Andrius,” Wade warned, then immediately unleashed the Burden of Nine Skies, starting with the fifth form. In an instant, the entire area was shrouded in a piercing cold light. The spear in Wade’s hands moved rapidly, occasionally glinting dangerously like clusters of plum blossoms blooming amidst snow. However, Andrius also used the fifth form when he recognized Wade’s movements. In just a few seconds, he forced Wade back step by step. The terrifying dominance left Wade struggling to catch his breath, and he had to use the sixth form to counter.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.