Mithril Swords Novels & Stories

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

It was a white mithril sword, around seventy centimeters long. Livi slumped and looked disappointed when she saw the price tag of that sword. She made an expression like a child who failed to get a toy. Moreover, why was she the one displaying such an expression when she was the one who brought me here? Shouldn't she have known that weapons here would be expensive?

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

She unsheathed her light sword and released her aura, and small green sparks exploded from her sword. Mane’s heart eased greatly seeing her preparation was completed so quickly. Lily’s sword was also a gift from The Citadel. The blade was called Nature’s Edge and was made with precious materials. It was made from materials called Wind Stones. Wind Stones were minerals that were full of the wind element, and these kind of treasures weren’t exclusive to only wind. There were fire stones, earth stones, water pearls, and ice crystals. Elements like lightning had stones even rarer than the other elements. As it so happened, Lily’s element was wind hence the sword had taken a liking to her almost

She had forgotten. These were not just any markings. He knew whose markings these were. Kaelithra saw the moment it arrived for him. The thought assembling itself behind his eyes. Malgron's daughter carried a sword like this. Blood-made. Mark-covered. The type of weapon that only existed in one bloodline in all the known kingdoms. She pulled the sword out of his grip before he could finish the thought. Quick and clean, she just yanked it back, and his fingers let go because she had not given them a choice.

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

The three men immediately stood, all raising a questioning brow. “Well, Kemuel, why don’t you begin your training?” Michael suggested. “Excellent. We’ll use the backyard. It’s the perfect place for this kind of training.” “Can I ask, please,” Emma interrupted, “Why swords?” “These aren’t just any swords. On the blades are inscriptions from an ancient incantation book. All warriors have one, as will our Great Warrior Child,” Nathanael explained. “Ah, just make sure there’s not a scratch on my child when you’re done training today,” she demanded.

Then both the scroll and key merged into the glowing light. Something strange immediately happened. Crack! A loud sound echoed across the platform. A long crack suddenly spread open at the center of the floor. Ancient pressure surged outward from within. Then— A streak of silver light shot out rapidly. Merlin raised his hand calmly and caught it effortlessly. The light slowly faded. Revealing a sword. It looked simple at first glance. Not overly flashy. Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary.

The lights immediately got drawned towards the two swords and the momment the lights touched the two swords something magical happened, tue two sword began to light up in an identical way, just like they did in the dark cave, Alice watched as the twin swords where now covered in a purple mist, strangely she could suddenly feel her powers and began to gain control over them as soon as the swords merged together with a blast causing a thunder rumble and attracting lightening towards the two swords, lightening struck and the two swords emit more purple mist, covering Alice along with them in the process. "No no no no!what is happening! The two swords are suppose to merge and fly towards me not