Mithril Swords Novels & Stories

Luca was following behind me, in a slow way, as he whispered upon my ear, “As you wish, sir.” The moment we went outside the building, a black car awaited us. Luca sat on the driver’s seat, while I, on the other hand, sat on the passenger seat. “I’ve received an update sir; it seems like the Ophidians are already on the way sir,” he said, looking behind me, as he placed his seat belt unto his waist. “Hurry up and drive, Luca,” I said, with a scary expression. There was a box behind me. A box filled with weapons. I opened the brand new box, with a small knife from my pocket. The moment the box opened, I immediately grabbed a rifle–one that was white, and glossy. I admired the look of the rifl

There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen. It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed with life. Its hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and symbols unknown to them shimmered along its length. The moment they entered, the temperature dropped, and the whispers began again. “Another stands before the blade.” “A choice must be made.” “A price must be paid.” Elior took a step forward, but before he could reach the pedestal, Rael’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm.

From it, she withdrew a long object wrapped in black velvet and bound with silver thread. “I swore never to show this to anyone,” Myra said. “But the fire has risen. And your blood is no longer silent.” Racheal stood. “What is it?” Myra untied the threads slowly, reverently. Inside was a blade unlike any Racheal had ever seen. Forged of obsidian and moonstone, it shimmered between shadow and light. Runes ran along the hilt—half flame, half crescent—and the metal pulsed like it was alive.

Mira doubled over, air rushing from her lungs. Kira froze. Her blade slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. “I yield!” she gasped, hands raised. “I yield!” But Mira snarled, forcing herself upright, lunging again. Trixie turned, her spear swinging with the strength of fury and love combined. The strike knocked Mira’s blade from her grip, sending it skidding across the stones. In the same motion, Trixie drove the tip of the spear to Mira’s chest, stopping just short of piercing flesh.

A part of her recognized him, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, it hadn’t felt like a betrayal to save him. “Why are you in my forest?” Lia asked, her voice sharp. “You’re far from home, pureblood.” His gaze flickered to the satchel lying beside him. He reached for it with slow, deliberate movements. “I came for the Heart of the Greykin.” Lia’s eyes widened, her heart skipping a beat. The **Heart**. The mythic artifact that had haunted her people’s legends for centuries. It was said to have the power to break the curse of the Greyskin—though no one truly knew where it was.

I reached for it, and words appeared on the page as soon as my fingers touched the leather cover. Elena Nightshade is to be trusted, my darling. She’s powerful, skilled, and loyal. She’ll teach you things I never could. Learn from her. Let her help you become strong. But remember: Lunar Falls is still your ultimate destination. Elder Vera has knowledge about the Silvermoon bloodline that even Elena doesn’t possess. When you’re ready, when you’re strong enough, you must continue your journey. For now, rest. Heal. Train. Become the warrior you were always meant to be.

"For today, let's just believe that this legendary thief is this kid! The road to the Kunlun Sect is very difficult to find. The match between young warriors from each Sect, will be held in eleven months, we hope this child is the one..." Not done with that conversation. Chyou Chen was the first to fall back unconscious again. he could no longer hear the continuation of their conversation. next.

She smiled at him, ever so politely as if she did not just blow off someone head. Lars descended to the mansion backyard and put down Wilhelmina. Rachelia followed soon after and her Scion Weapon returned to its umbrella form. As Wilhelmina tidied up her skirt, Lars' eyes were fixated on the sword she wielded. It must have forged from the slitherite they got, most likely Arvin's remains. "Is that the actual plan?" Lars nodded towards the sword. "More like precaution," Rachelia said, "and it performed beautifully. Good job, Wil."

the middle-aged scholar sneered and shouted, "Everyone, go all out and beat him. There's no need to hold back anymore." Before he finished speaking— Fifteen balls of light appeared in their hands, bursting with silver sword light, which was the same as the silver sword ball in the hand of the hunchbacked old man. They obviously belonged to some kind of sharp Precious Weapon. As soon as the sword ball appeared, the sky was immediately filled with misty sword light. Like wisps of silver light, they cut the whole space into irregular fragments.

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.