Sword Of Dawn Novels & Stories

In a day and age like this, it was hard enough to come by a weapon with even two attributes, let alone the Dawn of Gods. Everyone had just treated the Dawn of Gods as a myth too. Passing the thin sword around in his hands, Wilbur realized that this was the first weapon that he had given an attribute to. It deserved a name. A second later, he mumbled, "I'll call you the 'Dark Disperse', then." The name was comprehensive enough, and the sword itself was black in color. Wilbur felt like the name suited it pretty well and was even a little smug about it.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

When they realized that we weren't going to bend to their demands, they rushed at us, wanting to take our items by force. Caleb kicked at one of the men who got too close to me, sending him flying. He then knocked the knife out of another man's hand with a well-timed hit. I was shocked to see the spectacle unfolding before my eyes. I had no idea that Caleb had gotten so good at fighting after not seeing him for a few years. Caleb brawled with the last man that was left. Seeing an opening, I dashed forward and tried to smash my bag against the man's head.

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

After witnessing Wren's death, Mork showed a moment of shock on his face, then became emotionless. At this moment, he saw Zayn and Gina attacking almost simultaneously. After a quick assessment, he threw out a golden sword. "Zayn, the Sky Light Holy Sword is yours!" Hearing this mid-attack, Zayn forcibly pulled back and caught the sword. "Don't stand there! Help Gina!" Mork barked, then a flaming battle armor covered his entire body. He launched himself forward like a ball of heavenly fire, burning toward Travis.

A flicker of force strolled across Diana's peripheral vision. She turned to see Andrew toss her his bloodied sword, covered with his own blood. He heard Andrew whisper in her mind to use his sword, and with his blood, the dark enchantment of Wenally wouldn't stand a chance. Diana caught it and swung it around. Wenally sword met hers. In a flash, Wenally's sword was unexpectedly on fire. Dark enchantment simmered like a firestorm across her blade, oozing and coated with dark matter that seemed like it was alive and slithering towards the ends of her sword.

" She had no strength to resist. In the end, she drank every last drop. Not long afterward, dizziness washed over her. The room began to spin and, before she knew it, everything faded into darkness.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.