Golden Edge Blade Novels & Stories

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

“And maybe he has too! Besides, where are you going to get silver swords? Who makes a sword out of silver anyway? It’s a totally unsuitable metal for a blade weapon.” “You use a bronze or steel core- you want steel, if it’s for use against Fae- and then twist wires of silver with your other metal and hot weld them to the core, and hammer your blade out of that blank,” Reese explains. Everybody looks at them. “What? Guardians use them all the time against-” they pause and give Aiden an apologetic look. “-werewolves. Plus there’s a couple of ceremonial-looking silver swords taken off werewolves they’ve fought. Those aren’t in the armoury, those are in the Gallery of Glory.”

She yells in despair. I thought about it a moment and looked at Aris. "Pass it over to me so I can take a good look at it." Aris walked to where Tabitha stood and picked up the dagger carefully and brought it back to me. I picked it up and turned it around by its hilt. The details were unbelievable, agate, obsidian, and fluorite was mixed like marble and gold looked like it was placed as if a larger time like the blade itself, it wasn't too heavy in my small hands, and something inside the dagger called out to me, I didn't want to give it back.

Creidhne piped in, “I had him add that bit of serration at the back cause one can always find a use for that.” “Yes, yes. But here is the important bits. There is a double inlay of silver along both the blade here,” he indicated two lines on either side of the blade, “ and then several throughout the handle. These will make it so no werewolf can hold the blade, and it will be extra effective against one. The skysteel will also be very effective against a magic-user. It naturally mutes magic when it cuts, so do be careful with it.” I stared in awe at the dagger.

The kind that worked on humans but I felt him resisting it. He laughed. “Your little wolfie tricks don’t work on me Max Moon.” He took out a knife from his side pocket and I saw that it glinted silver in the light. It was made out of pure silver. He tossed the knife and caught it. I saw that the handle was encrusted with jewels and there was an insignia on it. I tried to see the insignia but my vision kept blurring out and then refocusing. I was losing a lot of blood and my accelerated healing wasn’t kicking in yet.

I said as I stood up again. I walked over to the steel cabinet and opened the doors. I took out my knife roll and placed it on the table where she’d be able to see the display. I took out my favourite Gerber knife and turned it around in my hand. It had a fixed blade, not that I had anything against folded blades, but cleaning it afterwards sucked. In my personal opinion the fixed blade was stronger when separating a joint and getting into those tough spots and cutting through sinew and muscle. The blade wasn’t long but it was sharp and did what I needed it to do.

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

With the screams of the old man still ringing in his ears, Tine turns to the young man, hanging against the wall shackled, dirty and crying out in terror. Without taking his eyes off of the the young man, Tine picked up the wickedly sharp, curved blade. The blade itself had an unnatural glow to it. The moonstone the goddess Mystera gifted his dad with when he was born had been used to craft the blade. His dad had it crafted into a blade mixed with celestial steel from a fallen heavenly body. It had never dulled in all of his 700 years, and he had occasion to use it often in his life.

Lucian said softly, his voice laced with concern, as he saw what Darius held in his hand. I broke our little staring contest to see what it was. It was a dagger. A small golden dagger. The dagger features a blade that tapers to a sharp point, its smooth surface catching the light with a warm, soft glow. The hilt, entirely encased in gold, is elegantly shaped with subtle curves that fit comfortably in the hand. Delicate engravings of swirling patterns grace the blade and hilt. Despite its all-gold construction, the dagger maintains an understated elegance, making it both a striking and sophisticated weapon.

With a nod, he leaves, barking to the soldiers to get rid of the head and the body. I have to excuse myself to go be sick. I’ve gotten a man killed. Me. Two of them, in fact. Anger curls in my gut, and I look at the blade in my hand. No, I will never forget this lesson. I’m about to put the blade in my belt when I note something curious. On the butt of the handle, under a well-polished ruby, is the Rallegrad standard. I stare at it, wondering how a leader of Shadowglade had gotten such a blade, and why they would have used it instead of something with the Shadowglade standard.