Novel & Cerita Mithril Swords

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.

The council convened in the great hall, their faces filled with cautious hope. Elena stood at the head of the table, the Sword of Eternity laid before her. Its blade gleamed with silver light, the runes along its surface pulsing with ancient power. Mira leaned forward, her eyes wide with wonder, her fingers hovering over the blade as if afraid to touch it. "It's real," Mira whispered, her voice trembling. "The Sword of Eternity. I've read about it in ancient texts, but I never thought I would see it with my own eyes."

" Allison didn't argue further. He gathered Lira up and headed for the North Wing, leaving the rest of us to piece together the wreckage of the night. "Mom, why was that thing so terrified of the blade?" I asked, eyeing the ancient steel. Mom lifted the sword, the runes etched into the metal glowing faintly in the dim light, before handing it over to Malcolm. "This belonged to your father. It’s a relic—solid silver, forged with seventeen sacred runes. There isn't a drop of black magic or a rogue soul on this earth that can stand against it."

Her chants became louder… I heard a gasp slipping from Enora's lips, her hand reaching to Jarith's, but he ignored her and stepped closer to the witch. Haizea glanced at him, and I could see her lips twitch, revealing something utterly menacing. Jarith nodded, then turned around and walked toward the wall behind the altar. Only then did I notice two silver swords hanging there. My heart began to thunder, my eyes fixing on the shining blades. Jarith reached for one of the swords and carried it to Haizea. My breaths became shallow, and all I could see was the sharp edge of the blade. The witch curled her fingers around the hilt, her lips twisting into a cruel smile.

The sheer magnitude of his protectiveness was suffocating, a constant reminder of a bond I hadn't asked for and a past I couldn't escape. "We need weapons," I said, intentionally diverting the focus to tactical survival. "If Morgath’s creatures are made of shadow, standard surgical steel isn't going to cut it." Elena walked over to a heavy iron chest in the corner of the room, with her keys clicking softly in the lock. "Standard steel won't, but silver-infused iron will. Morgath’s thralls are bound by blood-magic. Disruption requires a catalyst." She pulled out a long, leather-wrapped bundle and laid it on the table.

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

She was knocked back by the sudden impact. Leila lifted her eyes to see what she had run into. A tall, strong knight with a golden sword and shield was standing before her. His armor shone with a golden light under the bright, hot sun. Her flustered escape caused her to crash into the leader of a squadron of golden knights, ranked as golden dragons, patrolling under the direct command of the royals. Their glistening armor hurt Leila’s eyes. She had never seen anything like it; everything was gray and brown in her aunt’s house. She was amazed by this troop of men. The shield was emblazoned with a fierce dragon, as though it was vividly flapping its monstrous wings on the beautiful piece of we

Dagger smiled sadly and replied, "I was always a loyal member of the pack until your father chased me away. He chased me away because we both loved the same woman- your mother!." Dagger looked at them both, his eyes were sad and his face was filled with regret. He continued his story. "I was so mad at your father for taking the woman I loved away from me. I had no choice but to challenge him to a duel. We fought with our strengths and since he was gifted with more strength than I was, he had managed to almost beat me. I was back on my feet again because I was a better fighter, but he had the element of surprise on his side so he defeated me. He threw a dagger at me and it pierced my heart. I

Inside it was every she-wolf’s dream—a range of luxurious clothes on one side, and armor, combats, and weapons, including finely crafted swords, on the other. “Wow, this is amazing,” I murmured, admiring it all. She blushed, telling me how the King had gifted her one of the swords which was enclosed in a clear case and was crafted by extinct human smiths, made of pure silver. It has been passed down through generations. Heather held up different dresses against me, checking colors that compliment my skin. As we chatted, someone else entered the room. “Hey girl, I’ve been searching for you, where have you been?” a sharp voice broke our focus.