Mithril Swords Novels & Stories

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.

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.

He raised his arms, and the spiritual energy in his surroundings swiftly coalesced in his hands. Slowly, the golden spiritual energy formed a sword that was several feet long. It gleamed with a golden glow! At that moment, the entire forest seemed to glitter with a golden light, and it was unbelievably bright! Muriel was shocked at what she was seeing! "Is that a sword of air? You made a sword of air!" Muriel cried out in shock, "You're not a warrior. You're a Celestial! I can't believe that you're a Celestial!"

If Michelle had that look on her face then it meant that Valerie was going to be alright. "She is going to be alright, isn't it?" I asked and she huffed loudly. "It is not a silver blade…" she paused and narrowed her eyes at Valerie. I sighed in relief. Perhaps, it was just a mere blade. "It is an ancient sword, crafted with magic and silver. The only kind of sword that can kill Lycans as powerful as you," she said and my heart constricted for a moment. "The last silver blade of the ancients?" The Pack's doctor asked and Michelle nodded.

A hush fell over them as they stepped inside. The room was vast, its walls lined with relics and remnants of a time long past. But at the very center, upon a raised platform, lay the most important treasures of all - the armor of the First Queen, gleaming silver and gold beneath the soft glow of enchanted light. And beside it, resting in an obsidian stand, the First Queen’s sword - Velyria, a blade said to have been forged in celestial fire, its edge sharp enough to cut through fate itself. Lyra’s breath caught as she approached, her fingers trembling slightly as they reached out to touch the cool metal of the armor. It felt like it was waiting for her.

Two items were handed to Philip as he explained, “This was my favorite night outfit back then. Not only does it look good, but it can also block other people’s detection. I obtained this sword from a renowned family of blacksmiths, which you can use as a token. If you need any equipment, you can go to the First Continent and look for the Divum Guild.” The book of sword technique was handed over to Hiram as he said, “Although you’re intelligent by nature, you have ordinary talents. As long as you can put some effort into learning this technique, even a fool can achieve something.” “Thank you, sir!” Hiram gratefully accepted the book.

Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles. Christine herself was equipped with a magnificent knight's sword. This ancestral long sword was forged with the addition of rare metals such as mithril, and its use by a member of the legal profession will not affect spellcasting. It is also engraved with a 'sturdy' magical array, equivalent to a +2 attribute weapon. The sword is said to cost 2,000 gold coins. There are also a few spell scrolls that can be brought along to make up for the lack of spells.

They both crouched inside awkwardly, barely fitting in the small space of the play house that was obviously made for kids. "We're gonna break this tree-house." Lira said. "No we won't, come on," dismissed Minos. The young noble pulled the box he got from the manor, the one filled with books and notes and showed them to Lira. "And this is?" "Everything that the Felwyr has written. Look," Minos showed to Lira the bindings of each book, as well as the covers and first few leaves, "these are not published materials. These are personal journals, notes, diaries, whatever; written by the very person who stole the sword."

"I thought I told you to leave those at home?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. She smiles sheepishly. "Sorry I just got so excited," she says. I sigh a little. "Does that mean you like them?" "I love them. Thank you," she grins. My gaze flicks down to the short swords in her hands. The blades are black with light gold engravings. The hilts are gleaming silver with a dragon head pommel. "There are runes in the blades and when I think you're ready, I'll teach you how to enchant them," I tell her.