Berserk Blacksmith Novels & Stories

Hrodgar’s smile was beatific. Kemp and Kenward walked through the city and towards the industrial side of town where the loud metal smiths and smelly tanners worked. They found one of the larger blacksmiths that had been recommended to them and owned by a man called Farsh. He was not the Master Smith but well respected. Farsh wore a thick leather apron covered in burn spots. A tunic of the same thick leather covered his torso and left his huge arms bare. His arms were enormous, as with most men in that trade, and the arms were also covered in thick, matted hair, much like those of some type of large apes seen in travelling side shows.

up and checked our weapons and made sure each of us had enough ammunition and also tested our ear pieces and microphones, and all were in working order. As we were traveling to the location, I received an update on the ID of that Demon. His name was Henry Richmond. He had seen the inside of prison walls many times but was always released, on the count of insufficient evidence and witnesses never showing up to testify against him. His name was attached to murders, human trafficking and drug dealings. Well, justice was finally going to get served to him in full! The location information received took us to the most corrupt part of the city. It was home to criminals, drug dealers, addicts, pro

Blake is a rogue who has been trying to persuade me to get involved with him for months now. Blake is more audacious than I thought. His grip tightened, and I felt myself being lifted off the ground. I was trapped, helpless, and in agony. I closed my eyes and waited for the end, hoping it would come quickly. A loud fierce growl echoed all of a sudden seizing Blake’s action. A massive black wolf appeared from the shadows blazing with dominance as he burned his piercing eyes at Blake who had paused. Blake sneered but his confidence didn’t seem to match the wolf who seemed unfazed by Blake’s daggers.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.

Stuart's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was terrifyingly cold. Madison flinched, and the guardian angel figurine fell from her hand and shattered into pieces upon hitting the floor. I was absolutely enraged at the sight of this. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Tears welled up in Madison's eyes as she waved her hands frantically. "Stuart, I was startled by Veronica. I'll apologize." But Stuart shielded her behind him without hesitation. "It's just a cheap ceramic doll. You don't need to apologize."

She planned to adjust the armor Kaelen had sent earlier, to better fit the slender builds of her orphan girls. The sound of clanging hammers grew deafening the deeper they went. Blazing furnaces kept the whole area sweltering hot. Eira halted before the largest blacksmith shop, lined with finely crafted plate armor. Before she could speak, three burly bare-chested Blackrock men blocked their path. The leader stood fully two meters tall, a long claw scar slashing across his chest. He held a huge wooden tank of cloudy ale, reeking of strong liquor. He sized them up openly, eyes wandering insolently over Serena and Eira.

Still, he understood the need for armor. The blacksmith was like his smithy, big, scorched, and black. One of his eye lids was scalded shut, leaving him with only one eye to work with. But it seemed it did nothing to hinder his work. If he was less efficient for it, Sethlzaar could only wonder just how efficient he would've been when he had both eyes.

"I know you're one of Schneider's men, but I'm not going to let you go in this state. You definitely need proper treatment." With ease, the people lifted themselves up, walking with steady, steady steps in contrast to their less muscular bodies, like Askarovich. It was only when they had walked quite a distance and their eyes were no longer glaring from the sun, did they realised the identity of the man who was carrying them just now. Alec Berthold. The grandson of Pierre Berthold—a human blacksmith who was granted immortality by the goddess Morrigan and renowned as the only master weapon maker from time to time who could resonate with the magical powers of the old man's clients, who were mo

then a system notification appears in my front -A BLACKSMITHING PRODIGY HAS BEEN BORN, BAPTIZE BY THE FLAME AND UNYIELDING WILL TO YIELD TO ANY HARDSHIP, THE WORLD IS WATCHING YOURE GREATNESS AND SINGING A TRUMPET FOR THE FUTURE LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH!- -TITLE ADDED: APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH- GIVES 6DEX TO THE USER- -BONUS REWARD TO RESURFACING THE LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH PRODUCTION METHOD, THE HUNDRED REFINED HAMMER WILL BECOME THOUSAND REFINED HAMMER!-

The days passed quickly, after seven days Glory sent a message that she decided to stay in the Immortal Soul Tree in order to become stronger and help Ahmet in his quest, after two months Doom and the crew returned with the black emerald, the blacksmith began working on the weapon and asked Ahmet to wait for a month , Then the weapon will be ready, Ahmet trained with Atlas on supreme being techniques while Doom trained with the dwarves on the berserk techniques. A month later, the date to receive the weapon they entered the blacksmith's shop, the blacksmith was on his chair and he was so tired but happy and proud and the he told to Ahmet that this was a masterpiece , a weapon he had never dr