Runic Tablet Simply Swords Novels & Stories

But in a split second, Caleb's eight flying swords shot toward Tamel. "Wolfslicer!" Tamel hollered, his rich Reiki infused into his saber as he held it before himself like a shield! Clang! Clang! Clang! Even as the flying swords rained on him, they kept knocking him backward, his feet digging a deep trail into the ground as he tried to hold fast. "I-Impossible!" Tamel was astounded by how horrific Caleb's flying swords were!

It feels like the language itself was soaked in grave-dirt before it ever touched a living throat. Then he lifts the blade. He holds it with both hands, cupped beneath it like he’s offering it to gods who never deserved worship. The runes along the edge flicker as they catch the light, and they begin squirming almost as if they know what is about to happen. The obsidian glistens wet with a thin sheen of wolfsbane oil. I breathe in shallow and slowly, bracing myself for whatever may come.

Tabitha yelled, dropping the dagger and placing her hands out in defense. I watched the dagger fall to the floor, it had an obsidian blade with silver and black runes that ran through the center, I looked up and eyed this woman, her demeanor didn't change but the frightened look seemed genuine. "Why did you have a dagger behind your back, were you not planning on murdering me?" She wrenched her fingers open and closed again, still holding them up in defence. "I know that's what it looked like, but finding out that you were a magic user too, I–."

"I'm not saying to activate you-know-what protocol, but please take this seriously. Remember that bad feeling you had? I'm getting the same one for this." "Right, I'll tell the teams to keep an eye out." - Lucifer - Lucifer was explaining how Peter's sword works to Elijah. "These runic carvings are more flash than substance. They exist as a way for the magicsmith to brand their work. Similar to the life-weave Death is wearing these can simulate your arm and act as a conduit for magic. It's a useful tool for advanced and master tiers." Elijah was examining the thin weapon, still curious as to how it could sustain the loud and heavy hits from Death's scythe.

Xander exclaimed as Matt took out one weapon after another and laid them on an empty table. He had several daggers, six swords, three axes, and other magical objects, including musical instruments like a lute, some pipes and a couple of flutes. “Is this the bastard sword Johan used?” asked Xander who picked the sword with both hands. It was heavy. He suddenly got new found respect for the younger boy. He tried to wield the sword, endowing it with his fire magic, but the blade only turned a shade of purple. He turned to Johan who was busy with a dish full of roasted meat and took one of his hands.

And he had one against me from years ago. My jaw clenched. “Of course he’s there.” Lucas stepped back as I crossed the room to a locked cabinet embedded in the stone wall. I pressed my palm to the rune-etched metal. It clicked open, and inside, wrapped in deep blue velvet, was the weapon. A dark steel spear, longer than most men, curved with old northern runes carved along the shaft. Its tip shimmered with a faint red hue as though it had tasted fire long ago and never forgot.

I didn't need to look at other words because I knew them the instant I held them. Henry watched with interest. He, too, loved the second sword. It wasn't very wide, had a double-edged blade, and no accessories were attached to the hilt. It resembled a katana, but it was double-edged. "Can we get two of these?" I inquired. As he walked back inside, the merchant smiled and rubbed his hands. Because these swords were mass-produced, they should be relatively common. What would make it unique is if you refined it and turned it into an artefact.

Ronan moved further into the forge, the firelight flickering across his face as he approached one of the long tables. Weapons were arranged there in careful rows. Swords… Spears… Daggers… Axes… The finest steel the pack could produce… and still they were not enough. At least not yet. Ronan reached down and picked up one of the finished swords. The metal caught the firelight as he turned it slowly in his hand. The blade was clean and balanced. The edge was sharp enough that even the faintest movement could draw blood. He tested its weight with a small shift of his wrist.

The only thing that stood out, was a sword, leaning up against the rock wall beside the bed full of furs and straw. From what I could gather it looked well made with a leather-wrapped handle, worn with plenty of use. I tilted my head in curiosity as I took note of a shield just behind it, a shield I had overlooked the last time as it was dark and blended into the shadows. The more I looked at it the sharper the detail became. It had runes etched into the wood, runes I recognized as Norse, Futhark but that was as far as my knowledge went. It would have been a blind guess to try and make sense of it.

Once his safety was ensured, he began to sense the aura of the Chaos Sword. The aura of the Chaos Sword was weak, but he could still sense it as he had cultivated the Chaos Sacred Art and the Nine Voices of the Chaos. Following his senses, he advanced forward. Soon, he arrived at a strange place. Upon approaching the place, James sensed a powerful Sword Intent. “Sword Mount.” James saw a large stone tablet. There were two words on it. The words were not left behind by living beings. They were formed by the Sword Energy here. Glancing at the tablet, James noticed countless weapons stuck in the ground. The weapons exuded powerful energy.