Book Of Swords 2004 Novels & Stories

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

They enter the shop and while the men looking around , An Ruo buy twenty spears and fifteen swords from the owner and keep them in her space . According to the owner , the spears and swords ordered by the wealthy family in the Shanzi province but it's already half year passed since the promised day . No one come to pay and take those weapons. Looking at her who seems interested in swords , the owner bring her and her eldest brother to a room in the second floor. There are ten more swords and five heavy spears in the room. After negotiation, An Ye buy five swords and two spears while An Ruo buys the others . She wants to create the swords and ancient times collection in her space .

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re

The sudden shift in air pressure, followed by the rich, suffocating scent of dark cedarwood and rain, announced his presence even before his boots clicked against the stone floor. Aiden walked down the central aisle between the high mahogany bookshelves. He had stripped off his formal coat, wearing only a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled past his forearms. In his right hand, he carried two unadorned training broadswords, heavy, blunted iron weapons used for closed-quarters dueling. He stopped at the edge of my table, tossing one of the iron swords onto the open book. It hit the wood very softly, barely making a sound like I had anticipated.

Now within, I could see the array of metals of different shapes and sizes draped and dangling from different angles of the room. It wasn’t a very large space, but it was not so small either. Judging by how damp the place smelled, it was not hard to tell that he did not get visitors often. How would he? He was located in the middle of nowhere. “What kind are you looking for?” He asks me, heading towards a table that had a burning candle atop it. “A sword or dagger alike” I respond, pretending to be interested in pile of guisarme clustered on a table next to me.

This was also the reason why Ding Hao was bent on joining the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Ding Hao was about to leave the black market after achieving his goal. Just at this moment, a tattered book placed at a stall to his side caught his eye. "Oh? 'Mantra for Kickstarting Your Journey with One Saber'?" The book's name sounded pretty good, but unfortunately it was tattered and torn. Ding Hao felt that the stall owner was truly black-hearted to have placed a price tag of 500 taels of silver on it. Unknowingly, an uncontrollable urge came to his heart, causing his to ask the stall owner, "Will you sell this book for 100 taels of silver?"

I ignored him calling me his queen as I marveled at what was inside the box. “Hunji… I don’t know what to say.” I gulped. Tears were brimming, again, as my hand ran over the cool steel. There, in the box, laid a pair of Roman short swords, the Damascus steel folded to perfection and the pattern twisting on the steel like it was infused with magic, the double edges sharp and gleaming. Both blades held engraved inscriptions on each side, in a language I could not read.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

He examines it closely, lifting and swinging it around. "The hilt is beautifully crafted, however," Fimrouck pauses lifting the sword. "The blade is unbalanced and over tempered," he comments. Taking the hilt in both hands Fimrouck swings my sword against the table. My body tenses as blade of my sword shatters in two. My eyes widen in shock as I stare at my now-ruined weapon. Before my anger can take over Fimrouck speaks. "This sword never would have made it through the first battle. The material it's made of is far too low grade, especially against the strength of a dragon," Fimrouck explains.

Written on its side was a note. From your favorite teacher! Stay Safe, my lady! Also, you can have them change if you like something else. She smiled at the message and knew who it was from. Opening the box, she was stunned to see two polished shortsword and an arming sword. Its handle was black. The short sword's blade has a bit of a curve at the tip, its' base has prints of engraving and was thicker than she’s expected but still light when she wielded it. The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip.