Runic Tablet Simply Swords Novels & Stories

The young girl looked at me and smiled maliciously, much to my dismay. Suddenly, a band of werewolves appeared from the woods by the other side of the road, with batons, knives and axes. As soon as they appeared, the young girl ran behind the eleven werewolves observing me. "The great and mighty Blade Ferguson, The Ripper, The Cannibal, The Dead man on loose..." Rising up from the dirt, I let out a chuckle to conceal my nervousness and the pain from the accident. "...I know all my names," I said, cutting him off. "But I doubt you fellas are here to remind me of my popularity."

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

Like most of the people he saw, the man also had a belt hanging around his hips with a pouch and knife hanging on them Caden no longer becomes surprised that a blanket that big come out of that tiny bag, he knows this world is a magical place, he had long become numb to seeing magical things. But what he didn't expect is when he saw him take out a sword inside a silver scabbard engraved with strange runes as its sheath. The tassels have three colors: gold at the bottom, red in the middle, and silver at the top. For some reason, it made Caden feel a bit scared although the man put the sword aside immediately on the bed.

However, that would not make any significance, on the side were also lone ancient scrolls with different runes and symbols. Lucinda opened the sheath and grabbed the handle out. A thin metallic-like blade five feet long unfolded onto the ground like a whip. It was weird. It was a strong and almost otherworldly unknown metal-like sword, but adjustable, flexible, and razor-edged. Her companion took the scroll and read the runes. 'Fated One,' the other rumored. Curiosity caught Lucinda. “What is this blade, it looks rather odd?” She was so fascinated, she didn’t realize that she spoke out loud.

From facing three with the same level of strength as him, and struggling to dealing with fourteen stronger than him. Mane gently massaged his wrist as he carefully and gently retrieved the two weapons encased in the gorgeous sheaths that lay on his back. One of the two, a sword, was made entirely of black metal, even its handle. It was over a meter in length and it glowed brightly under the sun, a curious contradiction of colors. The other was a knife. It was shorter, under a meter long and was golden, just like Mane’s hair. In Mane’s mind space the excitement of the7th and the 8th could be felt as Mane called upon the artefacts. The Wandering Sword God and the Bloodied Blade Lord watched in

The faint sheen of moisture reflected the flicker of the lamps. I slowly approached the table. When I reached it, I finally saw what lay scattered across its surface, an array of torture weapons, each one glistening faintly under the dim light, still smeared with streaks and droplets of dried blood. There were mostly blades of all shapes and sizes, some curved, serrated, others so thin they looked almost delicate until you noticed the stains marking their edges. And then I saw them. Nails, torn from their owners, are still attached to fragments of fingers. My chest tightened.

The air hums with ancient power, potent and waiting, raising every hair on my body. At the centre, on a weathered stone pedestal warded by softly glowing runes, lies the Silver Dagger. The blade gleams pure and deadly, its edge catching faint torchlight like captured moonlight; the handle is intricately carved into a howling wolf, fierce and regal, a blood-red ruby embedded in the hilt like a captive star.

He held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right. Dubai was close and ready to take the lead after throwing a sharp rod. Ragnar didn't expect much from him. He didn't know how effective it was because he was trying to sharpen his tip in the flames of a fire he had never handled. Still, it was better than nothing. Ragnar thought he had a nose shield. He shrugged. He also wants one of Ranek's magical weapons. For him, both were equally inaccessible. Ragnar was speechless. The fur on the back of his neck rose and he heard claws lightly scratching the stones, then the Fenris Wolf appeared. Surprised at how well his eyes could see even in the dark of night, Ragnar immediately noticed th

A woman attacked back. “Please, step backward.” Luna told the workers and the shop attendant that was close to the long table. When Luna saw they complied, she snapped her fingers and two long Swords appeared on top of the table. Everyone sucked their breath looking at the swords on the table. No doubt it was made by an Armament Master. They can feel the combination of hot and cold aura around the swords. It was terrifying. Before they could relax, a deep voice was heard. “Brother Hector, what about your spirit beasts?” Hansel asked, trying hard not to show his smirk. He saw the way how Jake and Jackie paled. Their faces turned from red to green to purple. Their eyes were full of shock and e

I hated the echo as it made my skin crawl. "Fuck!" I kicked at the heel of my shoes and mud splattered off; flying away and adding color to the table legs that sprawled out beneath the walls of hanging weapons. The table tops themselves held knives and daggers small enough to be hidden underneath sleeves. I perused over them before picking up one; and squinted at its design. "Hmm...A Dalamain?..." I frowned.