Elven Curve Blade Novels & Stories

“You think I wanted this? The eclipse tore through the veil—I’m holding it together with what’s left of my magic. You’re alive because I’m bleeding myself dry.” Elias’s expression softened for half a second. “I don’t doubt your sacrifice, Lady Zara. But sacrifice doesn’t absolve him.” Maxim’s growl was low, guttural. The wolf beneath his skin pressed against the surface, eager to tear through the tension. “You want to challenge me, Elias? After everything we’ve built?” Elias reached into his cloak and drew something from within—a long blade, pale and gleaming, its edge humming faintly. Moon-silver. The sight made the air recoil.

It nestled into her hand. "It is a Gracelin dagger, my gentle lady," said the serpent quietly. "Made in the Golden Age by the elven smiths. Light like a bone. Harder than steel. Brighten when dangers are near. Thrown or wielded, it will not miss its mark. There are only three others like it in the World Beyond." Cassandra drew the blade. It shimmered like liquid light in her hand, putting all the other treasures to shame. The metal had beautiful engraving scrollwork, which seemed to glow golden on both sides.

With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea. "Look at this," Lucas said deadpan, though he couldn't completely hide the proud glint in his crimson eyes. "An arcana flame-burst blade crafted by Althea. This will be far more useful at the border than a scrap of silk." Standing near the lead carriage, Althea folded her arms, letting a subtle, victorious smile grace her lips. "I told you girls, my true masterpiece hangs at his waist." Liora and Lyra immediately pouted, but Veyra's melodic laugh from the terrace above eased the morning's nervous tension.

He took a small rectangular-shaped box out of his coat and gave it to Eunicia. She hastily opened it to see a brand new custom-made 15-inch Xerrohmite steel knife with a high-frequency molecular edge making it very easy to cut even Adamantine steel. It also had a pair of dark-Iron leather armored gloves to pair with the knife. "Are these really for me? The steel knife alone must have cost a fortune, let alone the gloves feel like they were just recently woven!" Eunicia shouted in glee. Kent smiled explaining that he made them for her despite her objections long ago. Every time they are deployed to practice, Eunicia's weapons break easily while competing against the other squads who are using

I look at her in shock. “How do you know all this?” I ask her and she looks towards the fireplace. “I had a dream about the sword. The blade is made of Elven steel. The blade is enchanted. It is the purest metal. It absorbs the soul of the dead. Only the one who is the bearer can wield the sword without them being killed.” She says like it’s no big deal.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised. The sword was longer than I expected it to appear. It had a bare handle, without any type of leather or cloth wrapped around it to make it comfortable to hold. And as it neared the blade, it was slightly curved, to act as the guard. Despite that, the detail on it, the carved feathers, was a sight to behold. The blade was straight, single-edged, and had an upswept point.

Akyran’s brother was pushing for Fae intervention in the war and had already begun the process by creating Intuin Desparen for Diandreliera – a sword no one was entirely sure the abilities of. I suspected that Rivyn had, in fact, done no more than glamour a random blade, to make it seem magical. I had never heard of a truly magical blade being made overnight, nor a mage not keen to boast of the wonderful thing he had created. All Rivyn would say on the matter was that it would only work for Diandreliera’s line, and it’s purpose would be revealed in time. “He’s easier found,” she replied with a mischievous smile. “Just keep an ear out for your sister-in-law and watch for amore in the hallways