Novel & Cerita Elven Curve Blade

"Tell me what I am looking at." [Warning, Host Eva! Tier 2 Mutated Variant identified: Blade-Stalker. High speed, high durability, and lethal melee capacity. Your hunting knife cannot pierce its main chest plating. Avoid direct blocks. Structural damage to the immediate ledge is critical!] "I do not plan to block, " I said through my teeth, my eyes locked onto the burning red glare of the beast's eyes. The Blade-Stalker did not wait. It let out a loud metallic hiss that made my teeth hurt and its right arm swung forward fast. The bone blade cut through the air with a whistle aiming straight for my neck.

" Collins angrily speaks. He shoots flame from his hands. An Elve stretches his arms as he blocks the flame with ice. "You and Hilligard have done too much evil disgracing the name of Elves. We shall be your opponent" A slim Elve speaks. He has yellow straight hair and blue eyes. He has tribal tattoos all over his body. The tattoos glow and turn in several flying blades. "Chen, you are going to die for standing in my way." Collins lifts his hand however the flying blades began to fly like little flies around him. Collins had no choice but to stand defending himself. Ten Elve slam their hands on the floor. Earth magic erupts from the ground. It creeps around Colin's leg. Collins

The pain that had driven Zlo from his body. She pulled back her fist and the blade released from Dirk’s flesh. They both watched the dripping silver blade as it emerged from his belly. The blood shivered and fell away, leaving the blade pristine and gleaming. She remembered what Astrapi had told her: that the blade was made from steel mixed with Deluvian silver, that it would cut through anything. She flicked the spring and the blade retracted into the smooth casing once more. Dirks’ mouth was moving but no sound emerged. He reached out one hand to the doorway where they both stood and leaned heavily against it, he was panting and sweat matted his hair to his brow.

He put the polearm in a solution when he was done with it and pulled out another set of alloys from the alloy chest brought in by the three assistants. He tossed them inside the furnace and began the process all over again. He did the same with the contents of the third chest. He created a green-tinged curved blade with the new alloy he called Gale adamantine. This was a material that was packed with wind air particles, it attracted wind mana and it bonded within the alloy like it was an energy core. It was a Scythe blade with a crescent moon shape. The other alloy he created seemed insignificant it was just black and was a Battle Axe in the shape of a half-moon. "Oh, this looks so cool, it'

"So what do you want me to do? Beg my mate to let you go?" "That was the plan this morning, but as of ten minutes ago, the plan changed," he smirked. "My ancestors are very kind. Among the treasures they left to me, there is a sword of a thousand curses that is useless against light elves, vampires, dragons and fairies, but quite effective for powerful shifters and magic users. The last time I checked, your mate was at the top of the top. All I need is the blood of someone who has suffered from a curse for a long time. Guess who,"

Yet, there are little spikes across the perimeter of the shield, and he has drawn that when it is thrust forward the spikes fly out. “It is beautiful, King Harvey. A bit violent?” “I understand your concerns, Elena. The small blades are meant to take place of a sword, if you do not master both.” “Oh!” I brighten instantly. “A backup?” “Yes. You need balance. Of course, you will have your dagger. I would like for you to be as safe as humanly possible, Elena.” King Harvey replies seriously. “Do you think I could learn?” “Yes.” King Harvey smiles proudly. “Why would you not?”

“Too loved! The realms bent for you. It wasn’t fair!” Elias looked at him like the storm before the flood. “So you cut me down?” Cassiel bared his teeth. “We did it for balance. You loved too deeply.” Elias’s eyes flared with molten light. “Love was never the flaw,” he said. “Cowardice was.” The flames shot from his palms, forming a single, devastating blade—curved, jagged, ancient. The Glyphfire Blade. A weapon not held since the days the first gods walked among mortal kind.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

He pressed a hand to the back of my neck and spoke the oldest of the words: *"By the Moon who bore us, by the blood that binds us, I, Damien Thorne, claim you, Elara Vaelorien, as my mate, for this life and the next." When he was done, he unhooked a dagger from his belt and held it out to me. "I spent three years sharpening this," he said. "The core is cold iron. The blade is sheathed in silver. Cold iron is poison to elves. Silver is poison to wolves. This blade is the only thing in the world that can truly hurt either of us." He looked at me, and gave a small, crooked smile. "Elara — if I ever hurt you, use it. Kill me with it. That way, when I die, at least I die at your hand."

Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again. As awesome as his weapon was, Minos soon recognized that it wasn't very effective. Yes, spinning it around makes for a solid defense, but once he tosses his blade out, he leaves himself vulnerable for a few seconds. It's also very easy to predict where the blade would land, and once countered, it'll be difficult to make a follow up.