Elven Curve Blade Novels & Stories

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.

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.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

A dull ache resonated through my chest, leaving a strange empty feeling behind as I accepted Eli’s hand, and allowed him to pull me through the circle. I still couldn’t feel Athena, but I no longer felt blocked from my magic. Scanning Elbrus, I noticed a slim blade at his hip, about eight inches long, and another in the top of his boot. He was dressed in fighting leathers, pants and a vest that laced up in the front, and boots that came up to his knees. Padding after him in my bare feet, I tested my magic, willing the knife in his boot to lift slightly from its sheath.

“And now that it’s awake…” Anya finished the thought. “So is the blade.” The blade. The Guardian stepped back, revealing a pedestal. Upon it—an ancient weapon. Half silver, half obsidian. Alive with power. The Bladeborn’s soul-forged dagger. Elara reached for it. It hummed in her palm. The moment her skin touched the hilt, a pulse spread out—through the cave, through the mountains, through her bond with Lerder. And they both had a vision. Shared Vision:

Leela said, ' Then give me your hand. ''Ezra said, Leela gave Ezra her hand. Ezra grabs it rip her necklaces off her neck. Ezra was wearing a necklace with a sword on the end of it. Ezra whispers a name to herself. The sword in her hand became bigger. The sword was a long, broad, curved blade made out of steel. Wrapped expensive, white sharkskin. The sharp dual-edged blade makes this the ideal weapon if you're looking to slice, dice, stab and jab your enemies.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

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.”

It looked like a rotting fruit made of dark stars. ​"Now!" Kaelen’s voice echoed in her mind. ​Elara leaped. She bypassed a simple slash to use the sword as a conduit. She gripped the hilt with both hands. She pointed the tip directly at the violet core. The golden light from her hands flowed into the steel. The blade turned into a shard of the sun. ​"For every life you took!" she cried. "For every child you caged!" ​She slammed the blade down.