Novel & Cerita Golden Edge Blade

Although his external body was enormously reinforced, his inner body wasn't. However, Golden attacked again after shooting his sword. He used the Water Battle Armor to form a lot of thin swords. Swords that would be better to call rapiers. Golden used them as arrows to shoot towards Heruk, the effects were a bit low as only magic formed those swords, so they didn't have a solid base, but the quantity made up for the quality.

- joked Marcus, laughing in amazement at the beauty of the saber. Augustus laughed together with the others, but continued the story. -This saber is pure gold, made by the ancestral elders of the gypsy wolves. This blade decapitates any wolf, be it pureblood or not. -I wonder if I... -a voice came from outside the group. All eyes turned to her, who turned red as a pepper, but it was Soraia who encouraged her. -Speak up, Sofia. She remained silent, regretting having spoken up. -What do you want to ask Sofia? -Malvina asked her with a certain curiosity to what Sofia might want to know.

I walked past a gauntlet that crackled with electricity. Then, I stopped. In the back of the room, almost hidden behind a display of ceremonial daggers, was a simple, vertical case. Inside was a sword. It wasn't gold. It wasn't diamond. It was made of a pale, translucent metal that looked like frozen smoke. The hilt was wrapped in gray leather, worn smooth by use. It didn't hum. It didn't glow. It just sat there, looking dangerously quiet. "Ah," Kaelen said, coming up beside me. "The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium."

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.

When the Ormr Dagger clashed with the short blade, the former cut the latter into two pieces. On the other side, Zeppelin Wayne was holding the Dragon Blade in his hand. An unusually calm and domineering aura emanated from his body. He was facing a Golden Swallow of the Jade family, but the outcome of this battle had been decided from the beginning. Wielding the heavy blade he had been practising hard with all this time, it only took a single slash for Zeppelin to defeat the Golden Swallow. After refining his skill for a long time, Zeppelin’s heavy blade had been brushed up to an astounding level. With a single slash, that Golden Swallow was directly split in half.

The sharp side of their blades was made of silver, and their end had an arrow-like point to penetrate the enemy. Its handle had a safety curve on it that I could, which was why I could spin it freely around my hands like I was doing today. A deadly glint flashed before my eyes as I moved with agility and started slashing throats from left and right. I even used their bodies as a stepping mid-air so I could continue jumping from one another. “That’s wild!” Lyndon exclaimed after he walked off from one of the trees, where he shifted back to his human form. I stretched my limbs, cleaned my blade with a towel I immediately dropped after, and put it back on the sheath.

The Alpha of Golden blade and I have been at loggerheads for a while over a land dispute and joe that I had to make a treaty with him, it wasn't exactly sitting well with me. But for the betterment of my pack and to foster better relationships with the people around us, I just decided to go ahead and do it. “We’re going to the Golden Blade pack. They're named that because they're one of the best wolf warriors. They're skilled in battle -” “More skilled than you?” I laughed. “No one is more skilled than me. As I was saying, they're very good swordsmen and an ally of theirs is an ally for life. It's amongst the reasons why I'm going to sign a peace treaty.”

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”