Energon Blades Novels & Stories

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

Varga’s executioner’s axe came up in a brutal, vertical counter-strike. The silver edge of the heavy axe struck the underbelly of Brandon’s pneumatic saber exactly where the brass pressure tube met the steel hilt. The collision was cataclysmic. The silver blade sheared through the imperial brass like soft lard, rupturing the pressurized piston chamber. A violent blast of compressed air and hydraulic oil erupted outward, shattering the steel blade into a dozen jagged fragments and blowing the gauntlet off Brandon’s right hand in a spray of dark blood.

I remove it from its sheath to see silver runes near the hilt, reading prosperity and protection in elvish. “These are elven blades made with wind and fire elements in the blades and wood. These would fit well with Anna’s fighting style,” I say to Aias as he comes up next to me. “Would you like to get them for her?” Aias asks lifting the bo staff and inspecting the middle. I look over at him and see the seam in the middle of the staff. “Oh it can be separated,” I say placing the short sword back and walking to Aias and the bo staff.

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

"Kael. Look at the center." Kael followed his gaze. At the heart of the structure, barely visible through the shadows, was a familiar symbol. The Twin Blades. But not the way they appeared now. This was older—cruder—as if the symbol had been carved before the blades themselves existed. Aion inhaled sharply. "No." Kael looked at him. "What is it?" "The blades weren't created to fight the Void." Aion's voice was barely a whisper. "They were created to open the door."

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

"Yeah, what is it, Elder? If you've got a way to fix this, tell us." "Make it double," Kendrick explained. "Your father once told me that the blade was forged with two distinct types of runes and two different grades of steel. They were meant to act as a counterbalance. If your own spiritual energy is too volatile to contain it, you have to 'double' the source." "You mean we have to re-forge it?" Dad asked, planting his hands on his hips. "How much time would that take? We don't exactly have the luxury of sitting around a furnace while those hunters are sharpening their stakes."

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

We just passed the 12 weeks mark. “Rissa and Gabe will help you practice and get used to it.” I just nodded and pulled the knife from its sheath. It was beautiful in its own deadly way. I didn’t know shit about knives, but I was sure you can kill pretty easily with a blade like this. “The blade is a high density silver alloy, so don’t cut yourself,” Gabriel chimed in. “I won’t.” I gave him an offended look as I put the blade back and closed the box on it.