Metal Hidden Blades Novels & Stories

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

“Inspect.” === Item: Dull Firewood Axe Description: A dull axe used to chop firewood. Effect: +50% Firewood Chopping Speed Durability: Unbreakable, bound to the player. === Ping! [New Hidden Title Unlocked: Bladeless.] Puzzled by this new hidden title, Zen wondered what he did to earn such a thing. It wasn’t his first hidden title, but the gamer hoped it was better than the last. === Bladeless Description: Turns anything you hold into a deadly blade as long as you will it.

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

he said as he happily hugged my waist. "Good boy. You must stay this happy every day from now on," I said, gently tapping Jerry's nose. Just then, Milo's guard called out anxiously at the door, "Something's wrong, Healer Megan! Alpha Milo was ambushed by a spy and has been poisoned by wolfsbane!" "I'm coming right away!" I quickly said a few words to my family, then rushed off with the guard to Milo's tent. "Don't be afraid. I can heal him," I said as I pricked Milo's finger and squeezed out a few drops of blood.

I stepped forward, my pulse quickening as I realized where that gleam came from. The MirrorBlade. I had hidden it in my safe, buried behind layers of wards and locks. But now, the safe itself seemed to glow faintly, a strange brightness spilling from the narrow crack as I opened it. The blade’s edge glowed fiercely, and strangely the light was angled in a precise direction, pointing north. Even in the dim of the study, the glow was unwavering, unnatural. I lifted it carefully. The moment I took it out of the safe, the faint glow intensified, forcing me to narrow my eyes. Amusement stirred despite the tension.

The weapon didn't glow, but it hummed at a hyper-sonic frequency, vibrating millions of times per second. The Silencer drove the monomolecular blade directly down through the roof of the armored transport. The high-frequency steel parted the composite-weave Blackwatch armor like a hot knife through butter. Inside the APC, an Ironhead ganger looked up just in time to see the vibrating tip of the blade slide effortlessly through the ceiling. "They're cutting through the hull!" he screamed. Total chaos erupted. The militia began firing blindly out of the APC's firing ports, the bright yellow muzzle flashes illuminating the horrific scene in strobe-light bursts.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.