My Quiet Blacksmith Novels & Stories

I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table. With a relaxed mind, I headed back to my room, rolling under the sheets for a nice sleep. The sounds of wails and screams crust into my ears, my head banging with the interruption. What had happened to have caused such a peaceful neighborhood to be in shambles? Well, Father Timothy might be having some deliverance program. He is a man of great

Jamie's question snaps me out of my thoughts. " Hmm?" " You aren't eating." He points out. I smile and wave him off. " Sorry. Got lost there." " Are you okay?" He asks again. " Yeah, I'm fine. How are you? How's it with work? Do you like the job?" " I do. Mr. Black is not really a difficult person to work with. Although he's a difficult person, he treats me like his own equal. I like the job. Do you?" " Maybe."

Hands twitching near their weapons. “The Alpha summons you,” one of them said. “You are to present yourself at the castle.” I didn’t wait for them, I walked ahead. As I passed through the village, their words sharpened, bolder this time. “She’s cursed. Black as night.” “They should exile her before she slaughters more of us.” “Too beautiful to be trusted… that’s how demons hide in plain sight.” Then, thud. A stone hit my shoulder hard. I didn’t flinch or stop, my soul was already too torn to feel one more bruise.

The poor thing tried its best to illuminate the tiny dim room for as long as he could remember and reckoned it was time to retire. The chunky fellow, now opposite him, ingested his last bite on one go, which on decent occasion will be three bites worth. "I am no believer, kid, therefore, I don't give a damn about whatever mumbo-jumbo is scripted in that waste of paper sheets and ink." He leaned his head against the wall. In the silence of the dull morning, Greene could hear the faint roaring of an engine to live then crunches of the two minutes walk neighbor's truck wheels against the gravel pull out of the driveway. The faint barking of his Spaniel resonated seconds later and then silence.

The village blacksmith waited for the farmer to inspect the newly healed metal, accepted payment with a courtly bow, and watched the tractor growl away. Ancient though the equipment was, the blacksmith was even older, and more machine than man. Marcus Doug Douglas had played many roles throughout his long and rather productive life, including those of son, brother, husband, father, uncle, friend, industrialist, politician, strategist, artist, and for the last six decades, village blacksmith.

The nearest blacksmith paused mid-swing. The hammer hovered in the air for a brief second before lowering slowly. He wiped the back of his forearm across his face, leaving a dark streak of soot across his skin. “It will already cut through bone, Beta,” the man said, his voice respectful but strained from hours of work. Ronan set the blade down with quiet precision. The soft clink it made against the table somehow carried clearly through the forge. His gaze shifted to the blacksmith… calm and uncompromising. “It needs to cut through more than just bone.”

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

After throwing up, Elaine took a sip of water to freshen her mouth. She was still weak, barely on her feet, when a man suddenly appeared behind her. He grabbed her arm fiercely and slammed her against the wall. Her back pressed against the icy surface, sending a shiver down her spine. Then, the chilling click of the door locking echoed in the room. Jasper's hand was around her throat, his eyes ablaze with hatred so intense it was terrifying. His voice was sharp as steel when he interrogated her. "Are you pregnant?" Elaine could only stare at the hand clenching her neck, making it difficult to breathe.

The private backroom of The Foundry was reserved for the city’s oldest dynasties, a sanctuary of dark mahogany, deep leather armchairs, and the amber glow of single-malt Scotch. It was a place designed for quiet business and cigars, but tonight, the air was poisoned by a familiar, superficial chatter that Xavier was finding harder to stomach by the second.

------------------ The Centermost of The Great forest of nowhere - The Black Merchant tree house ------------------ The top naked firm build boy in 16-17 is smithing the red-hot sword in the blacksmith behind the tree house. He uses all of his skill and spirit qi to smith all of his equipment, preparing to go out from two years of hiding. This double edge longsword is the best masterpiece from all of his work. It can cut even space if the user has cultivation high enough. This work he commits his all to the person he wants to meet the most. Xiao Lan.