Names That Mean Blade Novels & Stories

' That was Kirou's thought but what he said to Bladesmith was, "The weapons themselves are called Tonfas. As for the weapon type, I would name it {Gunblades} since it makes use of both a blade for short-range and a gun for mid-range." "Gunblades huh? It has a nice ring to it."

The blade caught the light and bent it, reflecting faint crescents along the forge walls. “What do you call it?” she asked. Ryn shook his head. “Names belong to wielders, not makers.” Sera smiled faintly. “The Blade of Silverlight,” she said. “If you choose to name it at all.” Elise didn’t respond. She was already feeling it—something inside her shifting, aligning, as if the weapon had slotted into a space she hadn’t known was empty. “Now,” Sera said, stepping forward, “you train.”

“I think the Tomb of the Blade Alpha is there.” The room goes still. Alvera sucks in a sharp breath, her hand flying to her chest like she’s trying to steady her racing heart. I stop pacing, my body stiffening as the words sink in. The Blade Alpha. The name alone sends a chill down my spine, stirring memories of old stories whispered in the dead of night, legends of a ruthless Alpha whose blade could cut through anything, even a wolf’s bond with their pack. “You think,” I repeat slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Or you know?”

A month later, Cassandra birthed a baby boy and Allan named him, ‘Great Cassius Blade. Sarah birthed twins by CS five months later. Knowing the C tradition, she suggested Carson and Claire Blade, which Carter agreed to. Her fertility formulae worked and Casper together with the Blade seniors agreed to add it to the new family contracted for the Blades’ arranged marriages. They had contracted the Garnet family to give them women for their sons. In their case, the women had a special place in the academy, and were trained by the Blades from the ages of six. Juliet birthed a boy a month later and named him Connor Blade. She just could not stop making the first move but since the name began with

One weapon accomplished, imbue blade strength success. Tink! State blade release. Name : blade Strength : 10 "What a miracle." The leader didn't consult, he knows the conversation between elder 1 and Cleo Nie. Before Xiao Wan gives the blade, everyone already lines up to make a request. "I want a sword." "You rejected before." "You missed hearing." "Your blind indeed." "I want a knife." "I need a girlfriend." "Bro, you older enough." "This is blacksmith!" "Damn!" "What do you expect with the plan?" The leader sigh, prepare some excuse.

They had what one could call craftsmanship. One source of that had been unexpected. When the Alva’himar had somehow managed to get the Trolls to join their cause, a number of them had displayed surprising skills in metallurgy. Gerth had always considered them slow of wit, but there was no denying that several of them had those particular skills in abundance. They had helped craft the many molds that now filled with molten metal, forming the blades that would arm his forces. Longer and more refined than typical Goblin swords, they would be a better match for the swords of the Grenyaar. Khortaal, wasn’t that what they called them? Yes. Well, the Goblin blades could be named as well. He would c

It wasn’t carelessly unveiled. “That is because you are my brother. What else shall I call you?” Brahman chuckled. “People have called me the Bloodied Blade. Others have referred to me as a demon from hell. Others still call me a spawn of the demonic. There are many things you can call me.” Blade Lord replied.

said Gerald, a hint of happiness in his tone as he took his short blade out. “…Hmm? What’s this?” said Gerald the moment he realized that the short blade looked slightly different from before. Looking closely at it, it seemed that peculiar lines and words had appeared on both sides of the blade. On one of the sides, the word ‘Dawnbreaker’ could be seen engraved on the blade in ancient-like handwriting. ‘Dawnbreaker… I guess that’s your name, huh. What an overbearing name!’ Gerald thought to himself. Turning to look at the other side of the short blade, Gerald saw that there were many more tiny lines and pictures on this side.

As he spoke, Fane lamented, “Unfortunately, on one occasion, he...stayed behind on the battlefield because he wanted to look for his favorite White-Sand cigarettes! As a result, I cradled him in a puddle of blood and he shoved the cigarettes into my hands and told me with a smile. He hoped that I would finish smoking that entire pack of cigarettes or else, his search would be for nothing!” Fane’s eyes gradually turned red as he spoke. He said, “He is a lot older than us and has saved countless soldier’s lives. Due to his age and since his last name being Brothers, we all called him Bro. Bro was powerful and we called him the God of Blades since his specialty was the saber. He could kill anyo

As I walked by, I found myself dragged into a headlock and a set of knuckles rubbed against the top of my scalp. "I knew you'd come around," Ace, one of the prospects, cited, blowing his blond, jaw-length hair out of his face, his blue eyes dancing with glee. He was a year older than me, having joined the club to follow in his father's footsteps. The guy standing next to him was called Blade: dark-haired, silver eyes, and deadly with a knife. Hence the name. "Let him be," Jenna berated them, casting them a humored scowl.