Aemond Targaryen Sword Novels & Stories

The double-edged broadsword leaned against the wall next to him in its scabbard made of wood, steel, and brass. "Raen, you got here early, weren't you at the temple?" "Hyaunset Loenka sent me home because I'm too tired," replied Raen and looked at the sword that his father had meanwhile placed on the floor in front of him . The sharp, elegantly curved blade blinked at him. Raen could see the marble-like pattern of the innumerable layers of steel. The hilt of the sword was wrapped in dark leather and the round, openwork guard plate, as well as the pommel, were made of golden yellow metal, which Raen believed was gold. A strange excitement seized him. The shimmer of the bare blade was like an

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

Hayden drew his sword as the ligahoo charged at them. “No!” Shrieked Cory, seeing the Prince wield the Vermillion Sword. The sword glowed white hot. Hayden yelled as the handle seared his hand. He flung the sword and it plunged into the soil. “The sword won’t let you interfere with the bow’s will, remember?” Said Cory, trailing her fingers along Hayden scorched palm, cooling it with her magic. Titan came rushing through the trees brandishing the Crimson Axe. He flung it at the ligahoo and it rebounded like a boomerang.

As if time was a stone, the sword swung free in the hand of the true king, clashing with the black blade in Embyr's hand, shattering it into pieces. Glowing in Arthur's hand is a sword that seems like an extension of himself, glowing brightly. It is covered in runes that illuminate us with an eerie blue glow. The horsemen all take a step back. I don't need to be able to read the runes to know exactly what it is called. Excalibur.

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

" Tyga followed the direction that Bethany was pointing at—it was a life-sized knight modeled with armor made out of pure copper. Standing proudly, the knight held a shield in one hand and a sword in another. The sword was made of high-quality alloy steel, and the edges were so sharp that it could even split hairs. "That's very thoughtful of you, Honey." Shame washed over Tyga's face when he realized what Bethany's intention was. "I misunderstood you earlier and was a little harsh on you." Bethany retrieved the sword from the knight and solemnly handed it to Tyga. "I'll be waiting for your victorious return."

Even though things had changed so much, I was still terrified to return there. I was a wanted fugitive, ordered to be killed the moment she is caught but I've managed to survive until now. Now, I head back for the home that rejected me, willingly. The door opened and Sansa walked in, she was holding a sword apart from hers. She sat down and handed it out to me. “What? You want me to have that? But it looks special, I possibly shouldn't..” “Take it.” She insisted and I took it reluctantly.. The sword was unlike any blade I have ever seen. It was a long blade of polished steel with faint blue veins running through it, a brown leather grip wrapped tightly around the hilt, and a name initials en

She found the golden sword in the snow and studied it, she pulled it out with both small hands and played with it. "That's not a toy" said Diego. "I know" said the little girl, "this is a sword crafted in Dorne. A beautiful design with on the handle with the gold and gems, very expensive" she looked at Diego feeling on its blade with her finger, "a fine craftsmanship, forged for royalty. This sword belonged to someone important in Dorne?" "Prince Daerason" said Diego. Balon was amazed about the little girls intelligence. "You know alot...." Balon said.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

You would not "You don't know how strong I am "You don't know how quick I am "You're asking for it, Arry." He drew Praed's longsword. "This is cheap steel, but it's a real sword Arya unsheathed Needle. "This is good steel, so it's realer than yours The Bull shook his head. "Promise not to cry if I cut you "I'll promise if you will." She turned sideways, into her water dancer's stance, but the Bull did not move. He was looking at something behind her. "What's wrong