Belmont Sword Novels & Stories

I shifted in my seat, curious to know what the gift was. Edwin approached me and opened a slim chest over a meter long. Inside the chest there was a metal sword, the hilt was encrusted with gems and the words "duty and kingdom first" were carved on the blade. This time there was no applause, a wave of murmurs flooded the room. The prince smiled at the reaction of the public.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

The sword was resting on a sword holder made out of an unknown glowing blue rock attached to the wall. The sword on it was even more luxurious and oozed out an aura of darkness. Yet at the same time, it had an ethereal feeling. The dark red crystal on its hilt, the shape of an eye, glowed ominously, pulsing as though it were alive. There were ancient texts and markings all over the sword's sheath. And I knew that the blade hidden beneath had even more complicated incantations engraved on them. A name began to form in my mind. Throughout history there was only one sword that met the qualifications. “That's the sword of Aramun. I had it placed in your new room. Do you like it?” Richard whisper

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".

He said for her to frown again. "I want to learn.." "Then pick up the sword and stop whining like a baby. Your enemy would not tell you it would use a sword or a spell before the fight." The Lord said and she sighed, bending down to pick up the sword. "Try attacking me and if you try to win over me. I will give you the knife as a gift." He said and Beatrice looked at the sword. It was beautiful and well design itit. It had the same logo as the Lord's horse saddle.

**CAELAN'S POV** The sword felt heavy in my hand. Not because of its weight. The blade was perfectly balanced, forged specifically for my grip. I'd used this weapon a thousand times before without issue. But today, something was off. I swung again, the steel cutting through air with a whistle that should have been satisfying. My opponent, a Beta named Gareth, blocked the strike and countered. But my mind wasn't here. It was back in my chambers. I'd just told her what her life would be from now on and I hoped she'd understood me.

He hadn’t done much with the room except for picking out bedding. The less there was the easier it would be for his mate to decorate. He took off his gun belt with twin .45 caliber revolvers with sandalwood grips and placed it on his nightstand, next he pulled his sword out of the sheath he kept hidden on his back under his coat. That sword was one of his prized possessions. It had been a gift when he completed his hunter trials from Ard’al. It was an immaculate silver sword with a carved wooden handle and intricate etching up the blade.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.