Metal Hidden Blades Novels & Stories

They glinted ominously in the moonlight, deadly shards of silver light cutting through the night as he brandished them in front of him, ready to slice down anything that dared come near us. I couldn’t help but stare for a split second, marveling at the skill and ease with which he wielded his weapons, a lethal force against the rain of arrows I knew would soon follow. But something caught my eye. Where had the second blade come from? All this time, he’d only ever wielded his black sword—a singular weapon that was as much a part of him as his shadows and secrets. But here he was, clutching two blades, both with a murderous gleam that promised no mercy. The vampire was full of surprises, secre

The hydra symbol on the shield ignites with pink electric coursing through its eyes and the iron blade has that same current rushing through its metal. “Stop it!” Leon tries to scream but his uncle is already swinging. The powerful long sword meets with the small, short sword of the dwarf. Once she hears the sound clash, a fire rushes within her eyes and she rolls to the ground to get behind him. While she does, she draws out that hidden dagger and slices at the ankle of the guardsmen. Valyn is quick to turn around now facing the dual-wielding specialist. The other guards begin to take away the others. Though they are shocked by what they saw. Romare, goes invisible. There is an exposed spot

If her blood was indeed an Empyreal Weapon, then it might have a name too. Sevyh pulled one of his sabers. The handle was dark-red, carved with fish scales—both guards had a fishtail form, and the long blade was silver and curved. He showed them the carved writing on the blade near the guard. “Twin Blades of Agaski?” Larice muttered.

Please. *Answer me.* The Scorchmark *cracked.* Not breaking. *Opening.* A seam appeared in the black glass. Widening. And from within— *Light.* Not silver. Not red. *Both.* Intertwined. Spiraling. *Beautiful.* The light surged upward. Coalesced. And when it faded— A blade remained. Hovering above the crack. Waiting. It was *magnificent.* The metal was dark—almost black—but traced with veins of silver and crimson that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.

The silver runic lines on her knuckles were glowing with a blinding, white radiation that cast long, sharp shadows against the brick walls. She reached beneath her trench coat and drew her two silver blades, the metal no longer cold or silent. The moment her fingers locked around the leather hilts, the steel ignited with a steady, sapphire-blue fire that was so intense it turned the falling raindrops into tiny puffs of white steam before they could even touch the metal. She didn't look at Kaden, who was currently pinned against the wall by the third shadow’s glass tentacles. She fixed her eyes on the figure Ren had wounded, which was currently reforming its ash-arm from the surrounding fog.

I walked past a gauntlet that crackled with electricity. Then, I stopped. In the back of the room, almost hidden behind a display of ceremonial daggers, was a simple, vertical case. Inside was a sword. It wasn't gold. It wasn't diamond. It was made of a pale, translucent metal that looked like frozen smoke. The hilt was wrapped in gray leather, worn smooth by use. It didn't hum. It didn't glow. It just sat there, looking dangerously quiet. "Ah," Kaelen said, coming up beside me. "The Ghostblade. Or, as the Old Poets called it, Silentium."

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

she said, "its energy. I can feel it. Whatever it is... it’s not good." A cold chill crept down my spine as I swallowed. "Let me out, Amara," Lucy growled, hovering inside me. "I’ll take that thing out in one blow." I took a deep breath. The growl continued, and Morgana crouched slowly, drawing a pair of silver blades from her boots. I blinked, stunned. "Seriously? Silver blades?" She peered at me in disbelief. "Don’t tell me you didn’t bring any weapons?" I stared back at her, dumbfounded.

Of course I would. I took the ritual dagger she held out. Its hilt was wrapped in obsidian leather. The blade? Bone. Not metal. Bone. Of what, I didn’t ask. I pressed it to my palm, inhaled sharply, and drew the cut clean. Pain bloomed, but I didn’t flinch. The blood that welled to the surface shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Not red. Not entirely. It was tinged silver. Maela’s eyes flicked to it, and for a moment—just a second—something like awe crossed her face. Or fear.