Manga Blacksmith Novels & Stories

The rhythmic, deafening clang of iron hammers against anvils had always been the heartbeat of the Vanguard’s lower rings. But on the eve of the Canopy Festival, the Forge was entirely focused on a single masterpiece. Mwajuma stood in the center of the open-air pavilion, her broad shoulders bathed in the orange glow of the roaring furnaces. She wore only her canvas chest-binding and her dark leather trousers, her massive, heavily muscled arms extended. Chausiku, the Head Blacksmith—a towering woman with arms as thick as tree trunks and a vicious scar across her collarbone—stepped forward, carrying a heavy bundle of dark, glowing metal with massive iron tongs.

The heat hit me immediately – a wall of scorching air that smelled of metal and coal. "Shopkeeper, I'd like to have this item made. Can you do it?" I asked, pulling a piece of paper from my jacket pocket. A burly blacksmith emerged from the back, bare-chested with skin gleaming with sweat and oil. His muscled arms bore the scars of his trade, and his beard was singed at the edges. I forced myself to look at his face, trying hard to maintain a calm demeanor and hide any discomfort. Men's bodies were still unfamiliar territory to me, especially one so powerfully built.

Even the maid standing nearby was completely bewildered. The Blackmoon Traders was a major merchant guild, selling weapons, mystic items, and scrolls, and even organizing auctions… But this brat was treating them like a common grocery store?! Seeing the weirded out look on the geezer's face, Bigby pursed his lips and demanded, "What, you don't have that stuff? And you call yourself a trader? The one who gave me that black card was telling me that I could get a fifty percent discount or come to the Blackmoon Traders if I ever had trouble, but this is all you can do?"

“Forging in itself is not a difficult thing. That can be easily done.” Phoebe kept shaking her head, and she said, “It’s not as easy as you think. This volcanic metal isn’t normal metal, so it’s difficult to forge it. If you’re not careful, you’ll break it. Only an excellent swordsmith can do it well. Based on what I know, there’s a swordsmith like that in this area, and he’s the only capable one. His name is Brighton Cook.” Thomas remembered the name “Brighton Cook” deeply.

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

Hunters. Men who traveled the borderlands killing anything that crawled out of the dark. Adrian had expected them to leave him there. Most people didn’t want a boy who had survived something like that. But the oldest hunter, a man with gray in his beard and scars across both eyes, had simply looked at him for a long time before speaking. “You saw them, didn’t you?” Adrian nodded. The man studied him a moment longer. Then he handed the boy a knife. “Good,” he said. “Then you know what you’re up against.”

The shop assistant said with a smile. “I don't mind the money, I just want quality goods. Thank you in advance.” Xiao Long left the shop under the shop assistant’s annoyed gaze. Xiao Long went back around Golden Flame City to look for Blacksmith shops or other weapon shops. He found a few other weapon shops as well as Blacksmith shops, but the weapon shops did not have high-quality and Blacksmiths took a long time to make something as small as a needle because they had to be detailed in forging it.

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

That makes me scoff. “I am used to this. I just did not imagine…” “That mages can live like this?” Moran prompts. I purse my lips and nod. We walk into the huge living room filled with all kinds of furniture. There’s a woodsy smell and gives a different vibe. I look around, letting my gaze skim over the red walls, decor mirrors hanging while another wall remains empty. Mage Rudra, a tall man with tanned skin, shoulder-length black hair and deep-set brown eyes, whose smile was mysterious and gaze intriguing. After the formal introduction, Elias takes it upon himself to become the conversation starter.

At the blacksmith shop, I was reluctant to approach Amos about my concern. Currently, he's refining another dagger in front of the refiner's fire. I notice his eyes are stuck still on the heat while picking the tools beside him without looking at them. He's so occupied that he didn't notice my presence behind him. I had my hands on the back whilst watching him, and I saw his right hand searching for something while his left was busy with the refiner.