Elven Curve Blade Novels & Stories

She handed him a slim package, wrapped in black cloth. “A gift,” she said. He opened it. A blade. Simple. Elegant. Tungsten edge. Lancaster seal on the hilt. He looked up. “I’m not your blood.” Eleanor nodded. “You’re not.” “Then why give me this?” Eleanor stepped closer. And answered: “Because if you ever betray my daughter, I want you to know exactly what I’ll kill you with.” Elias stared at her. Then—finally—he smiled. A real smile. And handed the blade back. “Then you’d better keep it sharp.”

We were in my personal office and the darkened shades of green that filled every corner of the room made it harder to see when all the lights weren’t turned on. “The smith would not give the blade to a royal” I narrowed my eyes at the obvious he was stating. “Yes sir, it’s been said only seventeen times today” “Shut up Xanthanius, I’m getting at something. Do you think he would sell it to a commoner?” The picture immediately stuck. He could. “The blade is not usually up for sale, how would the commoner get to see it to purchase?” Caraven was a smart blacksmith. He would not let the blade lay around flimsily in his store and risk it getting stolen.

"About Melvanie’s contract? About how to break it?" "About a weapon that can break it, yes." He sets the book down on my desk, opening it to a marked page. The text is in a language I don't recognize, but there's an illustration. A silver dagger, ornate and beautiful, glowing faintly in the drawing. "The Moonstone Blade. Forged by the Moon Goddess herself." I study the image, committing every detail to memory. "What does it do?” "It severs magical bindings. Any magical binding." Seer Elric traces the illustration with one wrinkled finger. "Contracts, curses, blood oaths, possession, any form of supernatural bondage can be cut with this blade."

folded. Elena and her Shadow-Stalkers dropped from the "Null-Cloaks" they had woven into the high ridges. They didn't use gauntlets; they used Obsidian-Daggers, blades grown directly from the Spire’s roots, vibrating at a frequency that ignored molecular density. Elena was a silver-and-black hurricane. She moved through the Directorate’s rear guard, her blades carving through the white suits with surgical precision. Every strike was silent. Every kill was absolute.

the auctioneer began, voice low now, “is known as ‘The Veinpiercer’. It was used to kill the last Alpha—thrice stabbed into his heart under the Blood Moon War. The blade is believed to be cursed... or blessed, depending on who holds it.” Silence. “Starting at $2.5 million.” A hand rose. Another. Then Luthor’s. My heart skipped. “Five million,” he said flatly. Another man, masked in a white Venetian porcelain design, raised his hand slowly. “Six point five,” he called out. Luthor’s gaze narrowed. “Eight million.” The man didn’t blink. “Ten.” My breath caught. The crowd turned their heads. No one else dared. “Thirteen point five,” Luthor said through clenched teeth.

"Ellen, this 'Clear Wind Wolf Soul Sword' suits you best. When you swing it, it can draw on your pheromones to increase speed. I hope you continue to advance your swordsmanship." "Thank you, Teacher!" Ellen took the sword with both hands. The moment his thumb touched the wolf-bone hilt, a light gray wolf fur sprang uncontrollably onto his palm. He was beaming. Paisley then picked up a curved blade. The steel had a purple-gold luster, and the edge was set with tiny Shadowfang runes. The sheath was made from the spine of an adult giant wolf, and a low wolf howl resonated when it was gently shaken.

Elena said in a serious tone holding out the angel's blade and the dragon blade. “You think that can stop me? Dracarys!” Leuvis commands her dragon to burn Elena but luckily the dragon's blade absorbs the flames. “A dragon's blade now watch how effective it is.” Elena said throwing the blade straight into Leuvis's dragon's heart; Flam Tum vox tum despirium!” Elena enchants loudly. Leuvis's dragon begins to screech in pain as Leuvis watched her dragon burn from the inside out leaving Bones scattered all around.

"Devon, we can't run. Your father said If he dies, I die. If we just flee, his wolf is too strong—he will hunt us to the ends of the earth." "We aren't just running, Elena," Devon whispered. He lifted the silver dagger, showing her the strange, glowing runes carved intricately into the metal. "This is an elder's blade. It’s dipped in wolfsbane and bound by ancient blood magic. It doesn't just kill an Alpha—it completely severs any bond he has forced. If I drive this into his heart tonight, you will be entirely free. The mark will fade."

To defend his quick attack, Edgar swung his double-edged blade in an ice pick grip. The double edge blade was designed to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually used for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like a prime slayer hidden Alpha.

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”