Folded Steel Katana Novels & Stories

Ashley’s eyes locked on Jax. He moved like he was born for this. Silent, lethal, and precise. Where Ace fought with wild aggression and Cole with reckless bravery, Jax was surgical. He rode low, eyes cold, every strike meant to end—not just disable. It was like watching death itself weave through the fight. His blade glinted silver, and every time it flashed, someone went down. No wasted words. Just motion and blood.

My head snaps back to look at her and I almost contain myself from growling out loud at her. I take the sword and examine it. It’s made of rawest steel, covered with sings of years and years of ignorance. I run my finger along the side which was supposed to be sharp. The sword is greatly imbalanced. It cannot even cut air. I cannot expect to fight a duel with Ishtar with this sword. A metallic screech makes me look up to find Ishtar standing with a sharp sword. It’s so sharp, it could cut the light. Her lips are curled up in a mocking smile as she looks me down.

The black cloak, hanging loosely at his sides, the body armor reinforced suit, the gunmetal colored chain mail armor at his neck all told the vampire that this man was a hunter. Steel smiled slightly, then ever so slightly shifted the grip on the sword in his left hand. The vampire stood. With an inhuman yell, the creature charged Michael. Steel shifted to the left, unfurling the side of his cloak, the movement distracting the attacking fiend. With a swift, fluid movement, Michael unsheathed the katana and moved its blade in a slicing arc. The vampire's body continued to run forward as its head was severed instantaneously. Then the headless body stopped and slumped to the ground.

To her luck (belustig and Sanchez pitch as Azrael thought), had his gut feeling warned him in time. He danced elegantly around the still lying on the ground Sanchez and formed his familiar katana - a sword, like the samurai always wore - out of HIM. A silent sigh of pleasure escaped him as he grabbed it with both hands and rammed the first attacker between the ribs. It cut through the protective vest he was wearing under his clothes and ran like butter into the tender human flesh. A beautiful gurgling scream rang out. How he'd missed that.

“My gift to you and your mate.” “Thank you, Sensei!” Samantha smiled as she took the box and laid it down before opening it to two matching katanas. “Domo Arigatō.” She picked one up and inspected it. “This is good Japanese steel.” Gently she pulled it from its sheath and looked at its edge. Hints of silver shined on it and near its handle was an inscription in Kangi, she rubbed her fingers against it. The old fox laughed again. “Kangi still gives you trouble. That says ‘Blessed by the Goddess, her holy fangs.’ One for you, one for him. As you are a pair so are they.”

"The physical training is only half the battle, Kaira. Now, you need the tools of a ruler." I took the case, my fingers sliding over the polished dark wood, and opened the brass latches. Lying inside on a bed of dark velvet was a sleek, double-edged hunting dagger. The blade was forged from dark, iridescent shadow-steel that shimmered with a faint silver hue, its hilt wrapped in fine, dark leather and capped with a carved wolf's head. "That steel was quenched in the glacial waters of the Frostfang peaks," Vance said, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone. "It is light, fast, and deadly. It doesn't break, and it doesn't bend."

I opened it. Six daggers lay inside, arranged in two rows. They weren't ceremonial weapons. There was no gilding on them, nor any ostentatious gemstones. They were forged from pitch-black shadow-steel that didn't reflect light, and their blades were ground so thin and sharp that they could slice through the air with a single touch. Their hilts were wrapped in roughened leather so they wouldn't slip, even in blood-soaked hands. "Exactly as I asked?" I questioned, twirling one between two fingers. Its balance was perfect.

he said as he presented the Katana to me. I looked at him, then at the Katana, confused. “What is this?” I asked. “Our family treasure, the Katana, forged from dragon’s blood, silver and steel. Its blade is red, so we call it the Red Katana,” he said, unsheathing the red blade then pushing it back into the scabbard. “This Katana is light to carry, but is an excellent conductor of mana. It can also store mana temporarily.” I peered at the Katana with my heart beating nervously, “but… but this is your family treasure. I can’t accept it… it’s too precious for me to keep.” I said, stepping back.

“Look at your feet.” “Our feet?” Ren blinked in slight confusion, and both he and Yuri looked down simultaneously at their feet, only to have their eyes widening in horror when they saw that they’re both standing on a metal panel which is obviously the covering for something else – a trapdoor of some kind perhaps? “Shit—!” [1] Katana: A type of Japanese sword commonly referred to as a ‘samurai sword’. The term of ‘katana’ is usually referred to any kind of single edged sword, and this Japanese term doesn’t always necessarily have to be a Japanese sword

“How about we join in, like that better, right?” “But…” I looked down at my open palms, sending a signal to Flynn with my action. “I am not with my sword.” He huffed and walked over to one of the sword racks while I trailed behind him. “That is fine. We can borrow two of these,” He uttered as he retrieved a steel sword before tossing it to me. I caught the sword and stared long at it, noting its tangible difference from the one Phyllis had given to me, as it looked more like the Claymore steel. Somehow, it was much more comfortable than the Katana, but I still preferred daggers.