Legend Of Northern Blade Novels & Stories

"The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium." "What is it?" "It’s not Western," Kaelen said. "It was forged in the Void Lands, before the borders were drawn. It doesn't generate light, Elara. It absorbs it." I looked at the blade. It seemed to pull the shadows of the room toward it. "It cuts through magic," Kaelen explained. "Shields, wards, hexes. It drinks them. My father hates it. He says it looks like a peasant’s tool." "It looks like a wolf’s tooth," I whispered.

“No.” The flame presses harder, trying to crush my will to dust. I move forward anyway. I will not kill her. Not for prophecy. Not for gods. The fire bows. --- I step from the altar’s heart, smoke curling from my skin. In my hand — a bone blade, heavier than steel, runes crawling its length. One word pulses with light: Nyxara. The beast lowers its head. “Then you are bound to her, in life and ruin. Carry that blade well… for the gods will call it blasphemy.”

They must be really deep wounds, as some of them were still bleeding, it was evident through the huge rapidly spreading red stains on their white bandages. I stared at them and wondered at their loyalty, the north is the most ruthless region, their fighters are the only ones that can rival the elite warriors. "Stand down, we are here to help." Nathan said. "Thank you for offering, but we don't need your help, besides it's a little too late. The deed's been done and the rogues have disappeared. So you can go back, your help isn't needed here." The leader of the group said. Northern pride and bravado. I mused and mindlinked Nathan to let out his aura.

"What?" "How could...it be like this?" The Northern Emperor was taken aback. If not ten percent, then eighty percent of his strike's power, and the sword he used was far from ordinary. It would be too humiliating for him to use a large road item as one of the eight Emperors. His sword, the Nine Star Tyrant Sword, was one step away from being a supreme weapon… Despite having many supreme weapons, the Northern Emperor still preferred this Nine Stars Tyrant Sword because this weapon, which had followed him for the longest time, was also gradually upgraded and had great potential. In the future, it was expected to outperform the supreme weapons.

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> The Northern Border was a freezing wasteland of black mud and red-stained snow. I stood in the center of the command tent, the air thick with the smell of blood and iron. Outside, the sounds of war were a constant, dull roar — the clash of steel, the whistling of arrows, and the deep, rough shouting of my Blackwood soldiers holding the line. We had been fighting for eighteen hours, and my muscles ached with exhaustion.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

When he finished speaking, Kirou looked at Bladesmith with a raised eyebrow. It was only now that Bladesmith realized why the armor on Kirou seemed so strong. It was made from the overlord of the northern swampland along with the elites of many races in there as secondary materials. Nodding his head, Bladesmith opened his mouth, "Since you got bones, you can leave 'em with me and I'll make you some claws and other weapons out of them if you have no plans on using them yourself."

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”