Collbrande Sword Novels & Stories

suggested Titan. Hayden drew the Vermillion Sword. Titan brandished the Crimson Axe. Cory lined up an arrow with the Amber Bow. Blaython got ready to pounce. Sprout climbed his way up to Titan’s shoulder. The group remained frozen on the spot, in the middle of the ice hall, waiting for the creatures to come forward.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Francis said with a small frown on his face. “I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to. They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold. The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver. The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.

“This happened five days ago. And he’s not healing.” She grabbed the sword— a Katana, that I didn’t know was there beside the bed. It looked amazing, like done by a craftsman from centuries ago. Its scabbard looked customized and decorated with flames design in gold carvings. Even the hilt was a little rounder than the usual sword. “Easy. Do you even know how to use that?” She replied to me with a glare. “What’s gonna happen here is just between the three of us.” “Why?” I looked at her, and she returned it back with such intensity that our bond started to boil up from the surface, just waiting to crackle up.

Not missing the tingling sensation that moves through my hand as my fingers brush along Lysander’s. “It’s always been yours Princess. It is the St Leger family sword.” He replies without even acknowledging the strange tingling, Stepping forward he gestures to a marking just at the junction of the blade and the hilt. “You see there is your families crest.” I bring the blade closer to my face and look at the markings. A snake winding its way up a sword, a pentagram in its open mouth. I run a finger along the design. “How did you get this?” I ask in awe.

All the Islanders squinted their eyes at Masao, patiently waiting for him to end Harvey’s life. Boom! Under everyone’s exhilarated gaze, Masao tightly gripped the hilt of his sword. In just a moment, the monstrous aura of the sword seeped out of his body. “Be careful, Sir York! He’s using the Chrysanthemum Blade, a legendary sword gifted by the Island Nations’ royal family! “It’s said that it previously belonged to a legendary Ronin! A single slash from it would be incredibly devastating! “The sword can cut steel like butter! Stay alert!”

There were several diamond beads fixed into his braids and they dazzled with his every move. His eyes were purple, and he looked dashing with a chiseled face, long nose and peach colored lips. He held a enormous black sword with a zig-zag edge. Various precious stones were embedded in the blade. The name of the blade was written in a foreign language. "What's the name of that sword?" Lisa asked with interest. Collen took the list of Lisa's question. "That would be answered in the next lesson." he declared and put down the paper. "Gosh!" Lisa groaned in frustration.

[A brief silence, Claude inhales heavily before speaking. “That Buster Sword’s blade… is made of Tungsten.” Claude added. “What!?” Martha’s expression. “No way! I thought Tungsten isn’t a good idea for a sword, knowing that it reduces someone’s physical attribute including speed, dexterity and agility.” Clark replied. “That is the reason why we use 1045 or 1060 Carbon Steels that Salvagers collected for swords, it gives a good hardness and balance weight to every Swordsman.” Martha explained. “There are two things that bothers me and baffles in my mind.” Claude confessed.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.