Golden Edge Blade Novels & Stories

She smiled nervously as she thrusted it towards me. I took it and stood up, examining it in my hands. The hilt was somewhat curved and had a few jewels encrusted it. The sheath was silver colored with grey shining linings and a few tiny jewels embedded in it. I drew it out in one move and Nyx jumped in shock which made me chuckle. The blade glinted at the tip and I could tell the blade was pure silver, so sharp, perfect for beheading transgressors. I sheathed the sword.

Pale grain twists through the darker wood, and each handle ends in what looks like a carefully carved piece of bone. The blades themselves are stunning. Intricate patterns ripple through the metal, shimmering with iridescent waves left behind by the forging process. They’re works of art. I carefully lift one from its velvet-lined slot. It settles into my palm as though it was made specifically for my hand. Perfectly balanced. Perfectly weighted. Perfect. “Silver tips,” Lincoln says quietly as I hover my finger over the subtle change in metal near the point. I glance up at him, my fingers hovering over the silver tips. These are beautiful and lethal, designed by someone who knows exactly what

Then I grabbed my sheath for my waist and inserted my seven inch parkerized blade. “Holy Moon Goddess! You look like you are going to war.” Rory squealed. I laughed at her energy. I look over at Aiden who is looking at me with some emotion I cannot name. The last thing I grab is my Kukri Machete. It’s eight inches long and completely black. There is only a thin silver lining along the edge. It’s great for combat, but I am going to slice through some of the targets. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Too light,” I muttered to myself, my voice sounding low and steady in the quiet space. “If a Vanguard wolf gets past our perimeter, this will not pierce the thickest part of the hide.” I stood completely alone inside the empty luxury jewelry showroom, balancing a heavy silver blade on my fingertips. The store was silent and heavily guarded from the outside, with glittering crystal chandeliers shining down on velvet trays filled with diamond necklaces and platinum rings. On the private glass counter sat a velvet lined box containing three beautifully crafted, solid silver daggers. They were custom weapons meant to be worn with my upcoming gala dress, but they felt useless against a real thre

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

Yet. Drago slowly got to his feet, the blow to his head taking an evident toll on his body. He staggered through the shallow water and also dropped on the sand, panting desperately. The Golden Leaf was still planted in my hand, glimmering in the hot sunshine that persistently beat down on the beach which was a vast barren stretch of land. I touched my badly bruised forehead and winced. My right ankle was slightly sore, but I had enough adrenalin to help me push through the pain barrier. Apart from that, miraculously I was fine. No broken muscles, no broken bones. I pressed the button on my watch and my shield sprung to life. In my left hand, the Golden Leaf. In my right hand, the shield. But

The sheath was made from the spine of an adult giant wolf, and a low wolf howl resonated when it was gently shaken. "Anilo, you came second. You usually use a blade, right? This 'Purple-Gold Moon Devourer Blade' is yours. The steel is a blend of purple-gold ore and wolf bone. When you slash, it can tear through the enemy's pheromone shield. It suits your fierce style better." "The Purple-Gold Moon Devourer Blade?" Anilo was so happy he nearly leaped up. A wolf's regard for a good weapon was almost as strong as their regard for their bloodline.

I’m still having some fun and unleashing all of my repressed fucking rage on them. I stride over to my table of toys. I scan over all the different torture devices as if I were a young kid at a candy store. My eyes widen with a sense of glee as wave my hand over the various whips, blades, saws, and a large bottle of wolfsbane. Don’t want these lower life forms to heal too quickly. My hand stops over a large silver blade. This is a nice blade- nine inches of pure silver, with a serrated edge and sharp point, perfect for fileting meat. With werewolves, we can heal from silver, but if infused with wolfsbane, scars will be left. I think this is an experience Justin should remember…for however lo

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.