Elven Curve Blade Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

But still they were more than twice of my age at the same time. "Yes, last time it was used ten years ago." Dumeny agreed with Diaz. Everyone looked towards Reed. He clenched his jaw. He looked lost in thoughts as if replaying a memory over and over in his mind. "Now Mr. Xander would tell you more about it." Reed stood on his seat. He eyed everyone. "That weapon was a blade forged in the fire by elves, made from the tooth of the last shape shifting dragon." He said without missing the beat. "But as you know the magic comes with the cost. So, it requires a great sacrifice to activate the power of the blade. I am suggesting whoever got that blade had a high grudge towards any of us."

“Fair enough,” said Szereth. “So what does Freya want out of all this?” Everyone turned to Eva, who up until this point didn’t know what she wanted out of all this. “Honestly,” she said. “I only went into this because I wanted an authentic Drogar beltknife. I mean, I wanna get stuff for Raijin, too.” “Think of me as Freya’s manager,” added Miko. “Blades,” said Alevos, “I’ll provide those to you, no questions asked. If you want one per combatant, you got it. Just know it might take a little time for me to actually make ‘em.”

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

(Rocco) I’ve seen Elven markings here and there, but never one quite like this. It was magnificent. There, etched into her skin, was a living tapestry of intricate lines that weaved and curled like ancient, whispered secrets of her people. The design flowed with the natural contours of her body, spiraling out like roots of a sacred tree, but it was the sword traveling down the entire length of her spine that held my gaze. It glowed with an ethereal blue light that pulsed faintly, as if it has a heartbeat of its own.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

“You heard me, right?” The two elves looked nervously from their dead leader, to Vanadine, then the blade he held before looking at each other. Vanadine knew they were weighing up the risks of attacking with the reward of the priceless metal he held in his had. The scarcity of metal in Elaris meant the blade he held would be enough when sold to set them both up comfortably for life. Their quandary, however, was whether they would live long enough to see any of it or even touch the blade.

The inscribed blade was a special gift given to him many years ago to rid the world of a terrible warlock that was difficult to kill. Haldir figured if it could kill a terrible creature like Selvin, then it should slice through a human without much trouble. It was made of elven steel and carried a curse so powerful that if it even touched his enemy, they would die…and stay that way. Haldir threaded the sheath through his belt loop then refastened the leather.

The incredible sharpness of the blade tore through the heavy gloves protecting my hands. I rolled away from the knife and looked around for more attackers. Ten of them altogether. Ready to kill: ten elven warriors. The formation was as follows: three in front, four behind, two to the left, and one to the right. The odds of making it out alive were highest on the right side. My hands landed on the stony ground as I sprang to the right. When I dropped my arms, I used a quick swivel of my foot to dispatch the elfin fighter. This swift kick mimicked a roundhouse but was executed horizontally.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.