Ancestral Sword Of Clan Ice Blade Novels & Stories

Ethan Brownfur was one of the rarest magicians that possessed special talent to induce fragmented soul into a weapon. Fourteen years ago, Ethan had created three rune weapons from the remaining soul of Fenrir, the legendary breath winter wolf, who weaved eternal ice to the surrounding of Blackfrost Kingdom. Ethan presented the Frostbringer to Jayden, a blue-crystal sword that could emit freezing rays; He gave the Hailstorm to Carson, a giant two-handed axe that could summon blizzards and strong winds; lastly, he granted Aiden the Frozenthorn, a gallant white crystal-spear that could raise icicle spikes from the ground.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

Every head turned to Littume as he held it. The broadblade was a deep blue color, even from where he stood Boro could make out the fineness of it. The blade seemed to ripple as the light of the sun hit it, and Boro could see the pattern of waves in the center of the blade, showing that the blade metal had been twisted over and over in the forging process. Though the blade was mostly a deep blue color, Boro could just slightly make out a hint of red in the pattern of the blade. This sword must have taken spans to forge, and it looked as if it had never been used. "This sword once belonged to me, and has since been reforged using our more advanced techniques." Lord Jetir told his son, who stil

Something that makes the merchant clans' arithmetic stop working. The kampilan moved through the dark in a slow arc that I was deliberately keeping controlled, feeling where the technique wanted to break down. The Dusk Kampilan, the scripture called my eventual weapon, in some future state I had not yet reached. A black ancient sword-spear hybrid sealed with demonic chains. This was not that. This was a dead Blood Clan leader's camp blade with bone handle and old iron and clan markings I did not recognize. But it was a beginning. The way everything here had been a beginning.

I let the implication hang: None of us survived ours, not really, but we keep moving anyway. I step forward and sweep the snow off the log at my feet, exposing a hidden cache: two bundles of restraints, a quiver of arrows, and the old box with the ceremonial blade. It’s silver, of course—bitter and bright, metal cold enough to make your gums ache if you lick it. The hilt’s wrapped in black leather, inlaid with the crescent mark of our pack, handed down from the original Alpha Vale. My father gave it to me the night I inherited the title, pressing it into my palm with a look that said more than any oath.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

The cute fairy wasn’t at her usual spot on Manes shoulder, but was sprawled lazily on Mane’s head instead. “I can see why. They were clearly made with something that was born out of ice elements,” Hildegarde nodded her head and said. The sword in Swift Indigo’s hands may be on the same level as the Blood Rose Daggers, but Mane felt that it could have been so much more. The components of the blade of the sword were made of ice elements. Mane could tell because he could feel the chill from the weapon, and he knew straight away that it was made using special materials.