Wielder Novels & Stories

Rebella walked over, holding another tray with a red cloth. The four powerhouses stretched their necks, trying to get a look. Everyone was surprised once again after James pulled away the red cloth and revealed the gift. Gladwin could not help exclaiming, “A divine weapon! That’s a good one! The Wisp Glow Lamp. It has an independent space and can manifest into thirty-six forms. It’s good for both offense and defense. It’s a very powerful weapon.”

Just a glance into their eyes, I can see the pride and admiration in them. My wolf's presence commands respect, her unwavering bravery serving as an inspiration to all who stand witness. In this moment, the warriors have realized the true strength that lays within me. A strength born from a deep well of pain, channeled into a relentless pursuit of justice. Today, I am seeking retribution. Not just for myself but everyone who has been hurt by Connor and his depraved backer, Vornt.

Janus looked at their faces and added. "What's scariest about Boss is his martial ability." Rhein and Sliver watched on as Jared gently moved his wrist. His long fingers seemingly possessed powers unimaginable as he twirled a dagger in them. The dagger looked extremely thin and was just a tad bit longer than a normal one. He raised his hand a little and the dazzling dark purple crystal inlaid on the hilt radiated a cold yet alluring glint.

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

Vulcan’s stance grew hard. “So these weapons will give Poseidon’s creatures a fighting chance?” His smile widened. “It felt good to wield yet again.” Pulling a sword from behind his back, he held it with both hands, one on the blade and one on the handle. “This is for you,” Vulcan then whispered. “This will pull your powers into one single blow.”

I commented. “Which means only you can wield it. Well, you and I, as I can handle silver to an extent.”

That change was often known as; a Weapon Skill. The spear within the glass confines of the display case in front of him had one as mentioned. It's name was both ominous and straight to the point. DuskBringer Skill, (Night Trail): When DuskBringer is thrown, a trail of darkness follows in its wake that covers the distance the spear travels.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow, the physical exertion mingling with the fire of determination burning within me. I shifted from one weapon to another, exploring the nuances of each. The axe became an extension of my arm, its weight grounding me as I unleashed powerful strikes. The spear transformed into an instrument of precision, its long reach allowing me to keep my opponents at bay. With each weapon, I delved deeper into its intricacies, unlocking the secrets it held, pushing myself to master its art.

Strength decided worth. Darren caught my gaze and winked before stepping forward onto the battle platform. My lips curved into a small smile despite the storm brewing inside me. Darren belonged to the swordsmen family, warriors blessed with strength, agility, and unmatched precision with blades. But Darren didn’t even bring a sword with him today. He didn’t need one. His body alone was a weapon. Kyle Wixx, his opponent, dragged an enormous labrys... a double-bladed axe, onto the stage. The metal glinted under the light, heavy and merciless. He was from the family of axes, known for brutal force and bone-breaking strikes.

Valery adored spending time in the Market Streets of Vinora. The Market Streets of Vinora were a series of streets in the capital city of Vesperia that were lined with both stores and small stalls selling products that ranged from the most basic bottle of water to the most obscure ancient tomes on demonic beasts and enchantments. It was still early, so while there were still people walking around, most of the people were street vendors and store owners who had just opened their doors. It was later in the day that the streets truly came alive, when the street performers, musicians and artists would set up and share their talents openly, garnering the attention and patronage of market-goers an