Metal Hidden Blades Novels & Stories

There were men everywhere too, Maria hadn’t been kidding when she’d said the boys were out there. Grant said, “Hey Hunter, you stayed the night?” Hunter nodded as he was still in his tux, he figured it was self-explanatory. He and Damon grabbed a seat on the empty benches near the door and watched as she put her ear buds in her ear and attached her iPod to her arm, made an adjustment to the digital settings then began to run hell for leather.

The Moonlight Pack is truly the biggest I’d ever seen since Layla and I moved to the eastern part of Norway. The pack seemed alive, bustling with energy, shops lining the streets and pups playing joyfully around the village. My eyes lit up at the lively scene, and a soft smile crept onto my face as I watched two girls using sticks as swords to play. The sight reminded me of my childhood with Layla. She wasn’t just my stepsister; she was the best one anyone could ask for. Unlike the other mean and rude ones back in our pack, Layla was energetic and bold, always calling herself “The Lurking Wolf.”

"Do you know how rare that metal is? It's what the weapons of the most powerful void creatures that make it into the Tether are made out of. Nobles don't use Lagorin, and no one in the mortal world knows how to forge it, so how did that switchblade end up in there?" I pull a face, but Mosley seems to be catching onto whatever I'm missing because he abruptly looks even paler than usual. "You think that switchblade is Bethany's?" "Who cares if it is?" I snap. "Look, maybe one of the anti-Noble cultists who raised her picked up the switchblade at the Tether or something. It doesn't matter."

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

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The blade was thick and shone silver, indicating that it was made of moonstone and not only that, it was a magical item, which many said was very similar to Excalibur itself. In addition, I can see small metal parts merging with my brother's hair and muscles, which indicated that in addition to the natural armor, he was wearing a second magic. "Filip, you are making a big mistake." I spoke, but my voice found only emptiness, as my brother moved to try to attack me, but a kind of electric whip came out of my left arm and I managed to knock that blade back. I twist my lips, feeling my muscles ache from the impact, but I still wouldn't transform, my Beast was still contained.

Hearing that, everyone realized the killing intent just now came from Absolute Evil, the white haired girl standing in front of them, who was the Greedy Wolf Blade's artifact spirit. "Hold on, the Greedy Wolf Blade looks way thicker than before." Quinn caught something and stared at the Greedy Wolf floating in the air. She saw a red layer underneath the usual golden blade. "That's the Sky Demon Blade it absorbed," Lyana said casually. Aside from the intense killing aura, she actually liked that Sky Demon Blade. She preferred the white version, though, not the red one it became. Hearing this, Absolute Evil separated her true form, Greedy Wolf, from the Sky Demon Blade. Everyone saw two treasu

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

She sigh gathering all the courage she had as she immediately get going in the opposite direction. Back in Veroma, all the children and women are already on their way to Aldon. Therens prepare his sword as he slowly put it inside his brown leather scabbard and put on his army green soldier uniform same as what General Malta was wearing. “Where is your dagger? Can I take a look?” General Malta asked while watching him put on his scabbard around his body. “Here it is.” Therens handed him the small silver dagger. “Quite small and it’s heavy.” General Malta examined the dagger as he lift it up on his level while looking at how pointed it is. The handle had a snake carved on it which makes it mor