Elven Curve Blade Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

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.

"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.

Draco isn't just anyone to mess around with and if word gets to him about Xander's plan, he was afraid of what might happen. "It's time to shed some blood. Go get Blade, we will need him" He said taking his stand before leaving the bar with a wine glass in his hand. With the mention of blade, Gerald knew how tough the situation would get. Blade wasn't just ordinary, he was the manufacturer of Wi-Fi, the deadliest drug he had made. Not waiting around, he got to it. *** Days rolled in turning to weeks. But unfortunately, during these past weeks Evelyn hasn't been feeling well and her condition didn't seem to be improving.

"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."