Collbrande Sword Novels & Stories

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)

On Baruz's hip, the polished barrel of a short shotgun, obviously custom-made, gleamed. The smooth handle smoothly turned into a sharp spike. Neat hieroglyphs cut along the barrel, a pair of leather straps holding the weapon securely against his thigh. On the belt, in the scabbard, dangled a wooden stake, about thirty-five centimeters long, the Kol from above is enclosed in a kind of steel cage with pointed edges. The hilt is tightly wrapped with a tsuka-Ito (“hilt thread”), similar to the winding of Japanese swords, with a double overlap, the Guard smoothly protrudes from the hilt, forming a small rhombus, with concave sides and served more for beauty than protection.

Clang— A soft sound could be heard. Elder Kron’s flying sword that emitted a green light also flashed before disappearing completely. Like the Rainbow Blood Sword before, it had been absorbed into Alex’s mind palace.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

He whispers it to him so I don't know exactly what it is. Then we reach a stall where there is different kinds of weapons available. I look at them all, but none suits Rudra. Then one weapon catches my eyes. It is a sword. Actually not a sword, the sword. It's handle has beautiful carving of Swarnalipuram's emblem that is snowy mountains and sea under it in golden white colors. "Oh! it is such a wonderful sword and so sharp. Ouch" I say as test his sharpness which is good. "Are you okay? See what you did." Rudra scolds me as he put handkerchief on my thumb where I made little cut.

"Is this some kind of ancient divine weapon? When I took it, she looked ready to fight me to the death." Keira recognized it at once. She accepted it with reverence and slowly drew it halfway from its scabbard. A cold, razor-bright gleam flashed out, accompanied by a crisp, resonant hum. Even with only half an inch exposed, the blade radiated lethal danger. "So this is Ms. Brandt's longsword. I finally get to hold it!" Her eyes shone with admiration as she studied it from every angle, treating it like a priceless treasure. After a long moment, she reluctantly slid the blade back into its scabbard and returned it to Cyrus.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"Ah, right. I bought this on my way home. Think you might like this." "I also gave half of that, just to let you know," Frank added. Opening the big thing that was covered with white clothes and a black ribbon, what he saw was a sight of a real sword. With his name carved on the shelf of the sword. “We think that it is time for you to have your own sword. A real one” “And not just any other sword. You know I even get friendly with many people just to make then create that one” leaning, Cielo whispered on Alex. “And that isn’t an ordinary sword, you see”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The heraldic crest was unknown to me. The stranger went to the smith and started looking at the swords that were displayed there. He was searching for a specific sword, light weighted. The sword he carried was mix between a saber and a sword. The hilt and the cross-guard were that of a sword-simple but elegant. The blade was curved. Because of its length the stranger carried the sword on his back. "None of them are the one I search," the strange said. "Wait, stranger, I think I have one…" the smith went into the shop, after a few minutes he returned holding a blade in his hand. "I think it is Dwarven made."