Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

He let go of the horse's reins, stepped back and slapped him on the rump, forcing him to step aside. - I'm afraid that my money is not enough to feed your company, but there is something else - his voice sounded very calm, indifferent. A gloved hand pulled a sword from its scabbard. The Daitras laughed. Against their background, a tall, thin boy looked like a puppy among wolves. The sword left its scabbard and gleamed silver in the sunlight, a string of intricate runes ran across the blade in flashes. The outlandish weapon looked completely alien, they don’t do this in their world - neither the shape nor the sharpening corresponded to the accepted standards of forging, and at the same time i

“What will you choose?” I walk along the wall, knowing exactly what I’m after, and proceed to take a katana down from the wall. Traditionally, katanas are forged using Tamahagane, but this particular sword is forged using bloodstone, a specific gemstone that upon contact, can weaken any sanguidae. It’s also the only substance that can kill them. To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating.

He chucked something at the prince. Colter caught it immediately, it was a sword, a gemstone that resembled an evil looking cat’s eye was in the center of its hilt. The blade’s edge glowed with a faint but violent looking color of black. “Your reward is the sweet release of death!” Dyron told them maniacally laughing now, his hands were thrown up as he laughed as all was going according to plan. Colter prepared the sword he had been given, he swung it in the air a few times and it let out whistles as he cut through the wind.

Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved black and blue sheath. "Night Raven" was a gift for her pet. The sword was forged by one of the best craftsmen in Norfwold, who served the Hunters. The blade was a unique alloy of metals that allowed it to easily cut ordinary steel. In contrast to the bright blue hilt sparkling with sapphires, the blade of the sword looked discreet and had a matte, dull black sheen. Kitoria smiled and extended her hand to the vampire, which he took in his palms, pressing a passionate kiss to t

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

His hands were covered in blood. The sword in his right hand was too bright to look at directly—its edges shimmered with flame and ancient glyphs that changed every time his eyes moved. His left arm... cradled someone. Someone broken. They were limp in his grasp, their wings shattered—feathers blackened and falling like dying snow. Blood coated their chest. Their breath rattled, labored. “No. No, no, stay with me. Look at me.” His voice was sharp, desperate. Not like a god. Not like a warrior.

A silver dagger with a deep ruby red gem inlaid into the handle, a wooden stake that was carved with runes, and a large piece of yellow sulfur. "Brimstone," Niniane commented as Layla overturned the mineral in her hand. "How do I use this?" Layla asked curiously. "Sharpening the blade against the stone will cause major damage to any vampire struck by it," she said. Layla pulled one last thing out of the bag; a collection of dried red berries on a sprig. "That's Hawthorne berry. Brew it into a tea," Niniane said. "And what? Invite them to teatime at brunch?" Layla asked sarcastically.

The heel hit him on the back of his head. "Owww!" He cried and turned around, looking shocked and furious. "Who dare threw this!" He pulled his hand back from his head and saw his own blood. Well, who knew high-heels could come so handy? I recognized the man now. He was the bodyguards of Lord Dimitri, but whatever he was, his blood-sucking needed to be stopped. "Leave the girl!" I said again. I had never seen a real vampire in the middle of his feeding before. The experience made my stomach churn.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

An aura flame ignited above his fist at once, burning brightly before meeting the bloody sword swinging down. Duran saw that and smiled murderously. His aura sword was manifested from his countless massacres during his time in the mountains. He had used their blood in his cultivation, which explained why his aura reeked of it. It was also poisonous, and the slightest bit of contact with the sword would result in a blood disease that led to a speedy death. Anyone who dared grab the bloody sword just like that was truly asking for trouble. However, as Wilbur waved a hand and grabbed the bloody sword, his aura flame seemed to render the bloody sword useless.