Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

It was then I realized that that was a teasing chuckle. "Maybe there have been a lot of changes from the time I was away. I speak with the image I recalled at the time I was here." Rose shrugged, "It wouldn't be bad to see warriors though, watch them fight in their metal armour and their silver swords." "We're Wolves, not knights. Our fights are much more brutal than you'll expect." "I'm not surprised," She tittered, just then she stopped moving, I turned to ask why the sudden stop. And there she stood rooted to the ground with eyes and mouth wide open. She looked like she was stabbed swiftly on the chest with a sword .

One of the buyers, a fat merchant in expensive furs, called out: "How do we know she's really Vale blood? Could be any packless bitch you dressed up." Grayson's smile never wavered. "An excellent question. Darius?" One of the guards produced a knife—not silver, Kael noted, but steel—and before anyone could react, he'd grabbed her hand and drawn the blade across her palm. She didn't scream. Didn't even flinch. Just stared straight ahead with those burning grey eyes while blood welled from the cut and dripped onto the platform. *Don't react,* Kael commanded himself. *Don't move. Not yet.*

They saw me bloodied, bare-armed, fresh from childbirth yet wielding a sword with steady hands and they screamed my name like a war cry that shook the very foundations of the earth. And then, through the melee, I saw him approaching like death incarnate. Lord Aldric.

Standing on the battlements were the Fourteen Blood-Lords. They didn't look like wolves. They looked like knights of the void, their armor made of frozen blood, their faces hidden behind masks of human bone. At their head stood a man who carried a scythe, but it wasn't made of starlight. It was made of Solidened Agony. "THE MOTHER OF THE SPARK HAS ARRIVED," the lead Blood-Lord spoke, his voice a chorus of a thousand screams. "THE TABLE IS SET. THE STAR-CHILD HAS PROMISED US THE SUN".

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

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.

"This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living beings to refill its owner's power. When a specific number of lives have been sacrificed, the blade itself can evolve to the Disaster rank." The Count elaborated. His eyes were drawn to the weapon. "With its blood-stealing qualities, it may be stated that this is an ideal blade for somebody who lives on the battlefield." I was taken aback. The name of the sword differed from what the system displayed. Wait a second... Did this auction house just give it a random name because they didn't know what it was? I chuckled. "The Crimson Blo

"Son of Sarnus, I declare war on you as the Duke of Toddlers." Toddlers looked to Noah and said. "Come on, let's see what the rookies of the Bloodbats are like!" Noah replied, then gestured for me to hide. "Kill him and then capture the human." Toddlers gave orders to the blood bats around them. The same whirlpool as before appeared at Noah’s feet, but this time, the whirlpool looked like boiling water. In the center of that, Noah drew a long sword, even the blade was blood red with a rose bat pattern carved out of it.

“Devious little wretch.” She pulled a dagger from her cleavage. A curved, serrated thing still stained with someone’s blood. She lifted it and, in a blink, Deragan drew a dagger from under his arm. Bast pulled his dual ones from his waistline. Both men prepared to kill the Cimmerii minion. They heard a shrill squeal. Light bloomed in the trees. They shielded their eyes and turned. Seeing dark wings unfolding from the back of the blonde who still stood a short distance away. Her shaking hands clutching books.

The soil around him lay smooth, showing no signs of a struggle and no stray tracks. The blade was still in his chest. I recognized the hilt before I crouched beside him. Dark leather wrapped twice near the guard, a narrow line of silver set into the pommel. I had seen that knife once before, drawn in a room where no one needed to raise their voice to make a threat understood. Lucien did not leave weapons behind by mistake. The body had been left in plain view. It lay where anyone walking the river path would see it. The same path Nyxara took when she wanted distance from the yard.