Metal Hidden Blades Novels & Stories

Among the assassins, the Blades managed to capture a member of the Pentalium. Then, the Inquisition signals his right-hand man Morgan, who has the armor of the Blades but a unique design to his mask. The mask shows a large grin, which is where the wearer's mouth should be. Morgan and the Blades dragged the bodies of the assassins they intercepted on the road, which they presented to the public.

she explained, trailing off when she grabbed two large spell books from the top of the pile. As soon as Harriet pulled out the books, she exposed the artifacts hidden in the lower parts of the chest. I froze as my eyes landed on the glowing silver sword. Then my whole body started to tremble, and my eyes filled with tears. "You've seen it before," Nova said as if I needed a reminder. "It's the Moon Blade. We took it from Marlene's house." "I know what it is," I choked out. Harriet frowned in confusion. "Aria… what's wrong?"

Night Blade’s second in command explained seeing the confusion on everyone’s face “It is large enough to hide an army.” “Keep this on your person.” Mage 001 handed out a crystal that was shaped like a petal as he explained “if you are in trouble or caught, smash this and I will know.” He pointed at the circular disc in his hand “This will glow when any one of these are broken and will also give me an estimate of the location.” Just as they were ordered, they abseiled in pairs, one from Night Blade’s team and one from Night Mage’s team formed a pair. But as they abseiled, they all looked the same; all wore a metal mask that covered their whole face with the exception of eyes.

He drops the hood of his cloak, pushes wet strands of dark hair back from his eyes, silver eyes taking in every nook and cranny of the space. I turn to go inside further, when something tugs on my sleeve. My eyes snap to Zen. He’s looking at my hand instead. Something cold presses to my palm. A metal sheath comes in view, smaller than my hand. A blade that can be easily concealed. I give his hand a squeeze, the sheath a barrier between our palms. Then I let go, and turn around.

“It has to be silver!” “Noted,” Zero bit out, firing again. This time, the creature flinched, a sizzling sound erupting from the wound. “Seems they don’t like it up close either!” He was already moving, a blur of motion as he drew a blade from his vest—a blade I now saw was etched with faint, glowing runes. The world erupted into chaos.

She flinched at the sound, pressing herself further into the wall, as if she could disappear into it. How easily people broke when faced with true power. The door creaked open before I could speak. Three sharp knocks. My men. The scent hit me first—metallic, ancient, laced with power so old it made my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. Even hidden, its presence pulsed in the air, thick and potent. The Silver Blade. Two of my most trusted warriors strode into the room, their boots heavy against the marble floor. One carried the weapon in his gloved hands, wrapped in thick, dark cloth, while the other lingered slightly behind, his sharp amber eyes scanning the room like the predator he was.

In his hands, he held a shorter blade that he offered to Aria handle-first. "Basic silver alloy with moonstone inlay," he explained. "Not powerful enough to significantly enhance your abilities, but sufficient to provide a focus for channeling energy if you need it. And sharp enough to do physical damage if mystical attacks prove insufficient. Can you use a blade, or do I need to assign someone to guard you specifically?"

The ghosts of the past whispered beneath my feet, but I had no room for doubt. Myra stood across from me, clad in black leather laced with bone. Her pale hair was matted with dried blood—some hers, most not. Her eyes burned with the madness of too many lost wars and too much stolen power. "You really think you can end this with a duel?" she sneered. "After everything we've burned?" I unhooked the Luna blade from my back and let it sing as it left its sheath. The metal gleamed silver-blue under the moonlight, thirsty.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

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.