How To Make A Hidden Blade Novels & Stories

I kick the door shut, the magnetic seal hissing into place. My hands are still glowing, the silver threads pulsing so hard I can hear the hum in my teeth. I shove Marcus’s unconscious body into the gap behind the heavy mahogany crib. I scramble for the bedpost, finding the notch. The Phantom Blade slides out—a cold, titanium needle. I hear his boots. Fast. Purposeful. I pull the sleeves of my robe down, tucking my hands into the fabric, turning my back to the door as I huddle by the crib.

The Anatomy of the Thermal-Resonance Blade I began the process with the precision of a surgeon. I laid my obsidian blade—the one that had tasted the blood of the Shadow Alpha—onto the stone table. Using a laser-scalpel from my kit, I carved a hollow channel down the center of the blade, exactly where the 'blood groove' would be. "Leo, Ace... I need you," I called out. The boys stepped forward. They had been training with the Cinder-children, learning how to pull heat from the air without burning their lungs. Ace’s hands were already glowing a deep, volcanic red, while Leo stood as the anchor, his golden aura acting as a containment field.

he asked, his voice dropping into a quiet, raspy whisper that sounded entirely hollow. "It's just a tactical blade, Thorne," I replied, my voice modulator throwing back the mechanical rasp, though my hands were secretly trembling behind my back. I quickly slid the weapon into its sheath, hiding it from his sight. "A custom piece I had commissioned through an underground contact. It’s uniquely weighted for low-light execution." Malakai stopped three feet from me. He didn't try to grab me this time. He just stared at the space where the blade had been, his chest rising and falling heavily.

Sky He pauses mid-step, turning back toward me with slowness, his cane clutched tightly in his hand. My breath catches as he raises the cane to my neck. The cold tip presses against my skin, sharp and unyielding, making me flinch. Then, with a simple flick of his finger on a hidden button, a blade extends from the end of the cane. The tip now rests against my throat, its edge sharp enough to slice with the slightest pressure.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know where he hid it. I didn’t know what Tyfun-1 was until after his death.” He smirked, his eyes darkening with rage. “If you insist.” He held his hand out behind him, and one of his men stepped forward, handing him a shiny new blade. “You leave me no choice then.” A shiver ran down my spine, and panic stole my breath as he rubbed the blade on his suit jacket.

Feeling like he didn’t accomplish anything, he sat beside Tabby, expressing his disappointment to her, only to have Gerald walk out of his cabin and see Blake trying to exercise. “Maybe you should see if there is anything in the inheritance you could use to train your skills.” He suggested to Blake placing his hand on his shoulder. Blake had forgotten that a few more tablets glowed when he received his tribulation, showing their secrets. Entering his mind, he noticed two tablets glowing, giving the information he needed. One was Sword Shadow, and the other Quick-Step. Sword Shadow was an offensive technique that allowed one to channel their Qi into their hands and produce a sword that, when

You get no special treatment and have to everything the hard way . I handed them each three blades . "You release the blade when you're arm is almost fully extended, the keyword being almost" I pointed my knife at them . "This is how you hold it" i showed them how my fingers wrapped around the blade. "And then , you throw" I flung the blade at the board , hitting the bullseye. "You want the blade to fly through the air with ease , like its a frisbee almost" I explained , examining Ace's blades.

“I lost count after the second dormitory, but between three people, we killed well over 50. It does seem like a very good blade, indeed, made of silver? It feels like silver, but there is something else. Frank loves the handle, by the way.” “Traitor,” said Frank, refilling her drink. “Simplistically put, it’s copper core quenched in salt water, dipped in molten crystallized salt, and silver layers added,” said Hendrick. “Basically, the type of blade I don’t want to see in the hands of anyone wanting her dead,” said Frank. “Interestingly, the night we escaped jail, we used a sword to complete our mission at the South Africa compound. For the little side mission I had this morning, I used a sw

Please don't let this be how my story ends. The first rogue stepped into the clearing, lips pulled back in a snarl that revealed teeth like razors. It was time to find out what I was really made of. My hand moved instinctively to my thigh, fingers finding the reassuring weight of the silver dagger I'd concealed there. Carrying the dagger Nasir gifted me had become a habit. The blade was small but wickedly sharp, blessed silver that would do serious damage to any supernatural creature it touched. I slipped the weapon free from its sheath with ease, the familiar weight of it in my hand giving me a small measure of comfort. It wasn't much, but it was something. At least I wouldn't go down compl

A palm-sized blade materialized in his hand right then, and he infused it with Reiki to activate the ward inside. The tiny sword, less than a foot long, suddenly extended up to five feet. However, it's not like the molecules physically expand in the sword—it was a mental projection cast by the activation of the ward within. However, it was no less deadly and could cut through steel like a hot knife through butter. Hence, sword in hand, Barlin flicked his wrist, carving off the kanji into one smooth surface. After some thought, he swung his sword again to carve the words: Griffin Winter Manor.