Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

"You stay inside the palace." She rolled her eyes. "You're giving me orders, your highness." "Yes." "Your wish is my command, your highness." She said with a poorly executed courtesy. A reluctant smile appeared, then disappeared because neither of us knew what waited beyond the northern border. I touched my forehead against hers. "I'll come back." Her eyes softened. "You better." Then I turned and walked away before I did something reckless. Like staying back with her. **** Two hours later, the Royal First Legion crossed into the northern territories, and more than five thousand elite Lycan soldiers moved through the darkness. The armored transport carriers rolled across reinforced military

Nora commanded. ​Kael didn't hesitate. His "God of War" instincts had recalibrated for this mythic stage. He didn't have an IV pole anymore; he held a massive, notched broadsword that hummed with the "Red Friction" of the 2025 basement. He swept Leo back, his eyes fixed on the approaching legion.

I mumbled softly. I don't know precisely what 'tools' they mentioned earlier. However, from Madam Maya's explanation, following her vision of the future, the tools discussed would be a secondary source of destruction for the Northern Kingdom. She explained that when Northern shows the capabilities of the tools, there will be many kingdoms other than Drachentia who will feel threatened by Northern's existence. In addition, they also covet its technology. Based on this, they will flock together shoulder to shoulder with other kingdoms to attack Northern. When that happened, Northern ran out of tools reserves and lost its inhabitants. It was only a matter of time until the invaders wiped out th

Jade pointed at the south of Galadhor, “The dwarves that dominated the region have produced the best quality of swords and weapons to help the humans fight the Legion. They have this unique mineral called Thunderite which they use in blacksmith.” “And the third is ours, Glacia, the Region of Swordsmanship and Magic,” Jade said as he pointed at the north of Galadhor. “During the bloody war, the northerners were brought to the front lines because of our impressive skills and talents in fighting. We have mastered the arts of magic and sword skills that helped us earn our title. We’ve proved that the north had the most powerful mages … most skilled warriors all throughout Earthos.” “That’s amazi

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

Samson said. "Tell me about it!" Alicia said staring at the delicate carvings made at the hilt[pommel] . "The Night blade is an intricate figure, it was discovered by the Medieval lords in some land called... You don't want to know. So right now, we just have to forge our own, the main blade still lay in the molten hill. So this one here is a carbon copy and we have installed different enchantments which I will tell you about the possible two the [Feather of truth] and [Heavy as a mountain]

The blade caught the fading light. "This is better than my own knife," she said to Yrsa. "If I wasn't dying, I'd take it." I shook my head. Frost was radiating cold so intensely I had to step away from him. "I know you don't like this—" I began. "Shut up," he said. I did. I swallowed whatever justification I was about to offer. None of it would help. Yrsa began explaining the dagger's significance to Hilda. "Blade from north mountains. Forged in sacred fire. Will open path between worlds."

It was the Moonreaver! Nathaniel was actually holding that legendary blade in his hand! Renowned throughout the Northern Frontier, the weapon was said to weigh over a hundred pounds, forged from steel as black as night and gleaming with a deadly chill. Scouts had once reported from the battlefield, trembling as they spoke, that a single strike from the blade could sever the heads of dozens of soldiers at once. At the Northern Frontier, the very sight of it made the enemy flee in terror.

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.