Oar Blades Novels & Stories

“ROAR!” With a mighty roar Harch exploded with great power and gathered the elements of lightning and darkness into its blade. With a powerful swing a strong wind escaped Harch’s chiseled edge as a powerful blade light as gigantic as the titan who let it loose escaped its grasp and pushed towards the approaching Shiva. Typhoon and blade light clashed midway, and the world ceased spinning for a brief moment. *BOOOM*

“The Blade of Ardyn never answered to fear.” Everyone turned toward him. The ancient king's eyes remained fixed upon the sword. “It chooses its bearer.” Thomas immediately looked concerned. “Wonderful. Another magical object with opinions.” Vera sighed. “Why are you surprised anymore?” “Because every time I think our situation has reached maximum insanity, something worse appears.” Several warriors quietly agreed. Darius stepped toward the platform and examined the runes carved into the stone. “The records described this blade as a living oath.” Mara frowned. “A weapon can become an oath?”

The blades still have their guards on, pale blue rubber, the color I picked when I was fourteen because Leona said pick something neutral and I picked that instead, some small rebellion I can barely remember now. I stand there looking at them. The urge that moves through me is physical before it's anything else. A muscle memory so deep it lives in my bones. The weight I know. The way the boot settles around the ankle after years of fitting itself to that specific shape, molding to every curve and hollow. The slight forward lean of the blade that always felt like being already in motion, like flying before you'd even pushed off. The fear arrives right behind it, sharp and immediate. What if m

She is exceptionally fast and deft, dashing through their grip like it is only a game. Some way or another Ophelia makes it over to my side, a Swiss Armed Force Blade in her grasp. She gets my arm as fast as lightning, holding it to my throat. "Try not to move!" she yells, squeezing it towards my neck. A solitary globule of blood structures at the edge of the blade, trickling down it towards my chest.

He swung his blade immediately without a second thought. A blade force of about a few meters emerged from the blade and collided with the Soul Fracturing Arrow and the guard’s body.

And beneath it… Aurelius. Twin brothers. Founders. First Keepers. The illustration showed them standing together… Holding opposite halves of the Oath Blade. Adrian stared in disbelief. “The blade…” “It was originally one weapon.” Mira nodded slowly. “It was divided.” “Just like…” Her eyes widened. “Just like Leonardo and Alessio.” ⸻ Alessio slowly looked down at the Oath Blade. A thin crack ran along its center. As though waiting… For its missing half.

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

161 Zara's POV "Oh god, Zara! I'm scared for you." My fake sobs came to a halt as I heard an equally jarring fake gasp on the call. "How big is the knife? Is it a katana? Or a machete?" The mockery in those words pierced my ego like the tip of an obsidian blade. When I say obsidian blade, I remember reading once that it is the sharpest blade in the world. One can only imagine how deep the tip wounded my ego.

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

I said looking off into the distance by the end, the horrific scene of these huge blades flying at me playing back like a movie reel. “I still don’t understand what happened, I was stood off to the side of the training grounds and was learning how to properly catch the blade when it’s flying at your face. It was all going great until multiple knives began to fly at me. I don’t know if you’re familiar with the claw spiked blades but what makes them so dangerous, is the razor-sharp claw like edge which when is sliced or thrown at a person, it seems to dig into the skin and when it spins to exit, rips layers of their flesh off. Now, I had been catching them with ease, but when they all were bei