Meteorite Blade Elden Ring Novels & Stories

Lionel wasn't the only one with the knowledge of herbs and concoctions. Her blades were specially crafted to slay vampires. When it sliced through their skin they didn't heal like they normally did. Made out of a meteor rock and some other elements she scavenged from the old ruins in the forbidden pass, the concoction she uses to polish the blade added more benefits. As she watched his scowl deepened and she raised her hand, giving him a two-finger salute. The bastard loved the hunt and chase. But this was her game, one she knew he'd never win. Because of the woods... No one knew these woods as I do.

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.

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.

“You heard me, right?” The two elves looked nervously from their dead leader, to Vanadine, then the blade he held before looking at each other. Vanadine knew they were weighing up the risks of attacking with the reward of the priceless metal he held in his had. The scarcity of metal in Elaris meant the blade he held would be enough when sold to set them both up comfortably for life. Their quandary, however, was whether they would live long enough to see any of it or even touch the blade.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Rows of glass cases held cursed artifacts, ancient weapons, and vials of glowing liquids. "Aisle 4," Kael directed. "Shelf B. You’re looking for a lead box. That’s the Star-Metal blade. And the Dream-Root should be in a cryo-tube next to it." Ethan ran down the aisle. He found them. The blade was jagged, made of metal that seemed to absorb the light. The Dream-Root was a gnarly tuber floating in blue liquid. He grabbed them, shoving them into his tactical pouch.

Even without watching, I could hear the clean whisper of steel drawn from enchanted sheaths. I didn’t know exactly what Calia’s gift was, but Valen wouldn’t have brought her if she wasn’t lethal. Caelora was a different story—her light was blinding, sharp enough to cut through bone, and I’d heard she was just as good with a blade as she was with magic. Between them, they had packed extra Elyadrian steel—charred black blades that shimmered faintly with volcanic enchantment. I inhaled. Held. Counted to two. Exhaled.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”