Mithril Swords Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

When the iron gates to the lower courtyard creaked open, I stopped. Twenty massive chests. Black iron and silver. Arranged in perfect, terrifying rows. Behind them, ten elite shadow-wraiths. Silent. Waiting. "What is this?" I asked. "A small token of affection, Miss Lumira." Sebastian gestured to the first chest. "Weapons forged in the heart of a dying sun. Armor woven from abyss-spider silk. Specialized tools for shard extraction." I walked to the nearest chest. Sebastian flipped the latch. Inside, resting on crimson velvet: daggers carved from dragon bone. Hilts humming with purple mana-runes.

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.

“That’s a given. Your name was James, right?” “Yeah, that’s right. I’m James.” “James, it’s not that I want to brag, but Divine Sword Villa has a collection of the world’s legendary swords. The Dragonslayer that is to be unleashed is very special. Our sect has spent more than a thousand years on it. More than ten generations worked on forging the sword. Once it’s revealed to the world, it’ll definitely cause an uproar.” Childe began bragging about his sect to James.

Until the magic rested and the swords appeared in my mind again, but different now. The handles had become onyx in color and the blades silver and gold. They were beautiful, but more than that, they were a combination of my vampire magics as well as the elven crown. "I have them," I said. Lirle said: That is excellent. Next, think about the swords and imagine your magic becoming one with them. I didn't tell her that had already happened. I just nodded. Though I was still full of questions, a peace passed through me, and I opened my eyes.

Things will change, soon. “Now that we’re talking here, what kind of weapon should I be making for her?” A chuckle sounded throughout the night wood. ‘A lightweight sword but strong enough to cut through the strongest of hides of creatures. It should also be inlaid with something that could poison any living thing.’ The figure in the woods moaned. “There is a thing that your children call Quicksilver, it can do the job.” ‘Azrael don’t worry so much about the future. Know that things will come together in due time.’

"The prefect apprentice will have to measure him, but he's busy at the moment. Could you wait for about an hour? And what metal do you want the sword made of? Do you want any extra features, like a crystal pommel? Also, what kind of wrapping do you want on the handle? I'll need to know the specific style of sword you have in mind. Since you're actually the first customer to request a sword, it would probably be best to draw a picture to show us the style you'd like. Is that okay?" "Yes, we can wait an hour," Finrir smiles while signing his agreement to the merlad's proposal. He then reaches for the book and pen handed to him by the merlad. Taking his time, Finrir carefully writes down the an

Fresher than the stale scent of my dried-up blood. "Here I thought you had gained the ability to see things coming. Guess we were wrong." An answering growl sounds before a woman with platinum hair and lilac eyes looks back at me. A quiver and bow slung across her back along with blades decorating the rest of her body. Above all a shining gold hilt of a sword with a sapphire in the center. Two very large lycans step out with the women. Their coats are grey and black as they stand on their hind legs towering over us by a good foot to foot and a half.

As her blue Immortal Wheel of Life spun on her body, she lashed out a handful of Chi and froze the cloud of snow that Alex had unleashed, blocking the incoming flying swords. Ding! Ding! Ding! Countless flying swords were blocked for a while after they hit the ice layer. It was then that Jade fiercely slammed the Martello Celio on it. The ice layer shattered while the flying swords were broken one after another. Bleurgh! After the Martello Celio shattered the natal magical treasures, many Sword Immortals from the Returning Sword Sect vomited blood. Attack!” Xerxes roared. Dozens of dazzling rays lit up on the side of the golden bamboo boat.

Tilting her head to one side as she watched him, Lynnette gave a rather puzzled, “we tried swords already. What are you up to?” “Well,” Fenryn began as he held the sheath out in front of him. Slowly he pulled out the sword within it and peered at it intently. “It is obvious normal weapons will do nothing, but this blade has silver mixed in with iron.” He continued. Lynnette gave an even more perplexed look. “I don't understand what that has to do with anything at all.” She said with an unimpressed tone to her voice. She looked at the blade rather carefully. It seemed like a normal sword to her, though she could indeed see that there was silver mixed in with the iron. To her, the idea of mixi