Energon Blades Novels & Stories

And for what? I should have listened to Conner when he demanded we mate and mark her and carry her away before all of this mess found its way to our doorstep. Evander insisted we raid his family arsenal before we head off on this journey. Over the millennia, his family's natural inclination to gather and store wealth has gifted us with an array of articles for defense, both traditional and magical. I'm too new at magic to dare attempt anything too tricky, so I settle on a set of goblin-made blades that look like teeth made of steel. Evander tells me that if held at the right angle, they also inject poison into the victim. I can't wait to sink one of these into Vincent's head.

Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast. On both weapons were small holes. These holes were located on the handles and the blades of the weapons. Reaper’s Edge had five small holes in its handle, whereas Canyon’s Mouth had nine. However, Reaper’s Edge had ten slots in its blade whereas Canyon’s Mouth had only 6. These holes were the slots for the Energy Stones. They were evenly dispersed based on the size of the weapons. Canyon’s Mouth had a long handle, and that was why it had that many slots in its handle. The same applied to Reaper’s Edge’s blade.

A Blade! "What's the blade for?" she yelled, and tried to stand up, but a pair of strong hands held her shoulder down. "Stay down, golddigger!" the hands snarled. It was, surprisingly, the voice of a female. "Here, sir," Chris said. There was the sound of talking. Elena feared what the nature of the blade might be. "Just a pen knife?" Liam's father asked. "Have you no razor blades?" "No, sir. But the knife is sharp." His voice was trembling unsurely when he added: "Sir, what — what are you going to do with it?"

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

This serves a secondary purpose of purifying the energy that's constantly being attracted and stored by the energy core. The blade was made from Obsidian diamond, there were countless tiny grooves and endless runes etched into the body of the swords. There were no magic circles on the sword but the grooves were designed in such a way that the mana will flow through it and activate the correct runes in the correct sequence to cast the correct spell when needed and works with the same principle as the magic circles.

Samson said. He puts his phone on loud speaker and dropped it on the table to have a feel of the Night blade. Samson stood up and he unsheathed the sword right in front of Alicia who gulped. The handle of the long sword was a wooden-medieval gold cabinet but the blade was stark and stoic. It could cut through any metal, alloid or repel steel attacks plus the enchantments being installed made the sword more distopic.. "Boss, the Night blade should be installed into one of the mechanincal bots being structured here at Boneridge."

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“Triple Slash!” “Spring Thunder!” “Quintuple Slash!” “Full Bloom!” Once again, Kenzo brought out his strongest move as the blades in his hands danced around Tyr menacingly. As they merged into one and came slashing down on Tyr, he felt a sense of dread momentarily. In reply, the three blades he was holding started moving. Triple Slash, Quintuple Slash, and Septuple Slash all came together and broke Kenzo’s Full Bloom assault. “Dance of a Thousand Years!” Tyr roared.