Galatine Sword Novels & Stories

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

“I didn’t break a rib. I’m fine.” Chantal poked and felt around, and Gage swore soundly. “Hold still.” “You’re a sadist.” His jaw ticked as she felt along each rib. Happy with her examination, she rose and checked on their clothes. Her eyes fell on Gage’s sheathed knife, and Chantal reached out. “Careful! That blade is sharp. That’s a Ka-Bar.” “Isn’t that what SF soldiers use?” “Yes—It’s a U.S. Marine Corps Fighting Knife. Mine’s not a standard issue.”

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

With a smirk playing on my lips, I carefully thought about what Roxanne might need during a battle. "Harriett, grab my sword and dagger from the weaponry. I know someone who can use them better than I do." I quickly dropped a command to my sister through our link. After a few minutes of waiting, my sister dropped by and gave them to me. My sword was a katana that had a thin but sharp blade, and for a dagger, it was a native bolo knife. Both had black blades with red lines in the middle, yet they had some weights that only I could wield. But somehow, I couldn’t release their full potential, which made me realize that I was not good with blades, and stored them well until now. I found someone

Up until this point, even though he knew that she'd once tried to leave him in a foreign country to fend off for himself, he's still thought about her safety. And that send a stab of pain and regret right through her. Still smiling, Navea took a slim blade from the folds of her dress. The motion produced a sharp swish, the cartoonish sound effect movies use on swordfights, except that it was nowhere near close to cartoonish now. The blade itself was about a foot long, with a carved golden handle and a pointed black blade. She examined it in the moonlight, running her fingers along the intricate carvings. When she noticed Kat looking at it, she laughed and said, "You like this, Katalina? This

I scrambled desperately forward, only to see Galen, who had fallen to the ground, draw a short, blood-stained arrow from the armour behind him. He rose, his sword propped on the ground, and scanned his surroundings with a fierce glare, trying to find the man who had shot the arrow. At that moment another arrow was fired behind Galen, but he seemed to dodge it as he had expected. I saw the sword in Galen's hand thrown by him with great force against a large tree, from the top of which a smaller figure immediately leaped. Galen stood in the middle, his gaze fixed on me and the diminutive figure at the same time, as if pondering whom to kill first. Sure enough, Galen quickly drew a dagger from

He stuttered. "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded. "The sword....i- it's not a knife, it's a katana sword. They are very sharp and can be quite lethal. If you don't know how to hold it, you can get seriously hurt. I'm sorry miss, but if you don't hold a permit for it, I can not allow you to keep it."

Removing his hand on his shoulder. "Allow me to ease that burden for you father," Ruthless said. %%%%%%%% King Galore came out of the palace building and walked up to meet King Hound who was waiting for him. The wolf guards have lightened up the palace compound with their many torch fires. Galore was holding a sword and swung it in the air before he placed it on his shoulder. "Well shall we?" King Hound strikes first, before his sword would hit Galore, Galore disappeared and reappeared behind him pointing the sharp mouth of his sword at Hound back, frozen the Hellhound King.