Meteorite Blade Elden Ring Novels & Stories

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

A relic gleamed in her grip—a dagger wrought from moonstone and obsidian, its blade etched with runes that glowed like living fire. Elias’s eyes widened. “That’s—” “The Crescent Fang,” Rhea finished. “Forged by the council. A blade made to kill what should never have been born.” Her gaze locked on Serena, and for the first time, Rhea’s face softened with sorrow. “Forgive me.” --- The attack came like lightning. Rhea moved faster than any wolf Serena had ever seen, the blade slicing across the altar. Serena barely leapt back in time, but the dagger still grazed her arm. Pain exploded, burning like molten silver, searing into her veins.

"About Melvanie’s contract? About how to break it?" "About a weapon that can break it, yes." He sets the book down on my desk, opening it to a marked page. The text is in a language I don't recognize, but there's an illustration. A silver dagger, ornate and beautiful, glowing faintly in the drawing. "The Moonstone Blade. Forged by the Moon Goddess herself." I study the image, committing every detail to memory. "What does it do?” "It severs magical bindings. Any magical binding." Seer Elric traces the illustration with one wrinkled finger. "Contracts, curses, blood oaths, possession, any form of supernatural bondage can be cut with this blade."

I whispered, kneeling by the river and trailing my fingers along the water's surface. “ You just couldn’t stay dead, could you?” I opened my satchel and pulled out the obsidian dagger. Hand-forged, energy-conductive and lethal even to immortals. The blade gleamed under the moonlight. This wasn’t for stabbing. Not yet. If I stab her, she’s not here for me to eat.

“We didn’t want to bring it to you with everything going on in the council. We thought we could manage it.” I turned on him, eyes narrowed. “Stop using that brain of yours and always tell me matters like this.” He lowered his gaze. “Understood.” I exhaled sharply, about to walk away when something glinted in the grass near a thick bush. I crouched again, brushing aside the leaves until I saw it—curved, wicked, and unmistakable. A rogue’s blade. I picked it up carefully, inspecting the bloodstained edge. It wasn’t from any blacksmith in the realm. This was custom-forged—lightweight, designed for speed and silent kills. I could almost taste the lingering energy it radiated.

"Move!" We run, the citadel crumbling behind us. The mirror shard's glow guides us deeper, to a chamber where a frozen lake glows beneath the ice. At its center, a pedestal holds a dagger-obsidian, hilt wrapped in thorns. The First Wolves' failsafe. Eden reaches for it, but the ice cracks. A hand, skeletal and familiar, claws through-Rhydian's corpse, fungi blooming from his eye sockets. The Mother's final gift.

The weapon that lay in the stranger's hand was unlike any forged by mortal steel. It was the Moon Sword, Na’ara’s ancient blade. Its blade shimmered, not with metal, but with condensed moonlight, a soft, silver-white glow that coursed like liquid starlight along its edge. Every movement caused ripples of pale luminescence to trail behind it, as though it cut through reality itself. The sword's core was forged of a rare celestial ore known as Lunaris, and it was translucent, half-solid, half-light, eternally shifting.

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?"

“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.