Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

Jace is a whimpering mess . I walk towards a torture equipment box and scan, searching. “ These look professional.”I throw at Zero who chuckles. “ I am a professional. I can't afford to be mediocre.” He answers. I grab pliers from a table, the metal cold in my hand. I snap them in front of Jace ‘s face, the sound loud. “What else?” I say, grabbing his ear with the pliers, squeezing until he screams again, a high sound that hurts my ears.

a Yutarian Warrior asked the people around him. "I'll go!" A Yutarian Warrior in traditional robes stood up and exclaimed, "The Wilderness Scimitars admire his skills greatly. My name is Rodrigo Vertmen. I look forward to learning from Mr. Ballard."

That cool-looking monkey became Walter’s idol and future goal. Walter’s stick was the result of his hard work. It was with great difficulty that he managed to obtain Star Divine Metal and later found the renowned blacksmith, Devon Stronghold, the Infinite Divine Ox, to forge it. As a master blacksmith and a rarity among monsters, the weapons he forged were well-known in the nether realm.

“Yeah, I get it. There are a lot of religions out there. To each their own.” I need to distract this guy before he has more questions. “Hey how did you know about that stuff… gallium?” “I’m a blacksmith by trade, so I handle a lot of metals. Work has been drying up a bit. People don’t need chain mail and close contact weapons like they used to. I got into tech, so that helped me learn how to do a lot of handy man stuff. I came to visit my nephew here in Oregon for a few months. He’s a doctor at a private hospital in town. He found out about this job and recommended it to me. It’s been going well… mostly…” He tries to avoid looking at Zara, who is stretching up to write near the top of the bo

Damn! "It's not a big deal." "Not a big deal? Maya do you know who runs the Iron Wolves?" "Some guy named Dominic." "Dominic Blackwood. As in the Dominic Blackwood who goes here." Riley sat down on Maya's desk chair pushing the clothes onto the floor. "Please tell me you didn't get involved with him." "I'm not involved with anyone. My bike broke down. His club fixed it. That's literally all that happened." "Dominic Blackwood doesn't just fix random people's bikes out of the goodness of his heart." Riley leaned forward like she was about to share classified information. "He's bad news Maya. Like really bad news."

It was extremely complicated but David’s evolved mind was able to process information faster than even the most talented people on Earth. Skills that would take months and weeks to learn could be resolved in a few days if David pushed himself. And in the aspect of forging, David really pushed himself. He’ll never admit it but David always fantasized about blacksmithing since it was a skill that was the polar opposite of what he knew in his previous life.

Mira got out of the Jeep along with Griffin. “Miss Red, it was good to see you again,” The older man greeted her. To the others, he was just an old man working with the outlaws. To those who knew him, he was a well-known businessman. They called him ‘The Blacksmith’. Nobody knew his real background or real name. He designed, created, and supplied weapons—guns, bow and arrow, swords and anything that made it into a killing tool. He did this for the right price. Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business.

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.

Damian swiftly vaulted over the sprinting assailants, his body landing with impeccable precision just inches away from Adams and the six men. "Argggggg!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a potent blend of fury and determination. In a breathtaking display of his lethal prowess, Damian's hands moved like lightning, severing the heads of all six men in a single fluid motion. The sheer swiftness of his actions left not only Adams, Noah, and Clara astonished but also sent a chilling wave of disbelief rippling through their cores. "El lus vedenus," Mathias chanted a spell, causing three men to levitate and slam hard against the roof.

“Forging in itself is not a difficult thing. That can be easily done.” Phoebe kept shaking her head, and she said, “It’s not as easy as you think. This volcanic metal isn’t normal metal, so it’s difficult to forge it. If you’re not careful, you’ll break it. Only an excellent swordsmith can do it well. Based on what I know, there’s a swordsmith like that in this area, and he’s the only capable one. His name is Brighton Cook.” Thomas remembered the name “Brighton Cook” deeply.