Collbrande Sword Novels & Stories

he yelled at us throwing the files he was holding at us and I peeped to glance at the picture on it. Rainal O'Brien? I've never seen is picture but he is quite handsome and hot. I was able to identify it because his name is boldly written under it. "He is the drug Lord and we can't just let him see our weakness just because everyone think he is dangerous" "Vendetta this is your next Mission"he said and my eye widened. "But sir" "Aren't you capable anymore just because you know he is powerful"he fired and I swallow my words.

No ancient chisel could have achieved such organic, living texture. He looked as though he had been captured in a single, frozen instant—a man struck down in the middle of a sentence, his broad shoulders squared, his left hand lightly resting on the pommel of a stone broadsword strapped to his hip. The sword itself was covered in intricate, swirling runes that matched the patterns along his high collar. A sudden, sharp pang of familiarity struck me deep in my chest.

Something that looks shiny. Hana again widened her eyes when she realized something was in Valdo's hand. Valdo is holding a sword that looks shiny even though the lights in the room are quite dim. Sword with camellia engraved on the tip. “What.. What do you want to do, Vals?” Hana asked, trying to move her body to get closer to Delldora "Don't tell me you..." Valdo smirked, walked over to Hana and held Hana's head with his feet

Colter grunted with arrogance, now storing the sword at the clasp on the back of his armor. “Do take care of that” Dyron told him warmly, “It’s called the ‘Black Phoenix’ and it fits, seeing your powers” Colter nodded at this wordlessly, and motioned for his new father to go about his business, as they had already finished taking care of the assassins. King Dyron The Palace, Kingdom of Havocc

Halkow showed her a sword forged by djinns in the last 7th century in Japan. “According to lore, it never missed its target.” Coralis took it to look at it. It was very lightweight and easy to handle. She glanced at Frank, who was looking at it in admiration. “I’ll take it,” said Coralis, thinking it would make a great additional home defence when Frank was alone.

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

His grip over his trident tightened and muscles bulged. Creed, on the other hand, pulled out a real sword from its scabbard that he had brought from the local market. Unfortunately, This was just an ordinary sword that he had purchased because he didn't have any other sword-like weapon with him. With all the things happening, he still hadn't got a chance to get a sword that could rival Mayhem Saber yet. However, Creed was not planning to whine because of it. Just as he took a stance, the clone dashed right in front of him like a deranged devil. Creed jumped back to the block, but his arm went numb the moment Trident grazed his sword.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

“You’re stuck with them.” “You may find that other people don’t notice them anyway,” Katie adds. “Unless you’re trying to make them noticeable.” “They’re not just… a normal sword and shield, then,” Aiden says. They’re laid out on the kitchen table at the moment. A round shield entirely of a golden-copper coloured metal, with a round metal bowl shape making a bump in the center and thousands of tiny bumps forming rings around it out to the edge. It doesn’t show when it’s this way up, but there’s a handle on the back behind the bowl, and loops at the edges for the strap. A sword which I guess might be bronze, with a blade that bulges outwards at the top and again near the tip. The cross piece