Sharp Objects Novels & Stories

I explained clasping the doorknob, “That's the thing— I have never used a sword before, I injure my self once, trying to cook,” Chuckling lowly, I unlocked the armory, revealing the various choices of weapons to her, “Who said it was just swords?” Stepping into the room I watched as she gawked over the spears, fascinated with them, “Wow, this— this is awesome, how many of them do you are in here,” she mumbled dragging her finger on the tip of a pike, “Careful,” I warned, “You might heal from everything else but these were designed to kill demons, a single scratch can infect you,”

tastes like swamp water. Suddenly, a gleaming bronze-like spear came whizzing toward him and as the sharp tip came within feet of his body, he took the force of it on the shield which he held aloft with his left arm. The metal on metal contact rang out, echoing around the granite stadium. James took off at a sprint, heading straight for his two oppo- nents. He roared mightily as he brought down his blade in a high arc aiming to topple Anita Romero before she could get any kind of attack in with her saber. The Latin beauty barely managed to roll out of the way, the divine metal missing her by inches.

I walk over and lift it from its stand. "It's quite sharp, a good weapon, but not a proper size for you. The halberd is deadly and takes a master to wield it proficiently." I step several yards away and sweep the air in front of me. The blade whooshes through the air and makes a unique sound. She's captivated.

His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together. In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of anvils. Sparks flew as molten steel was hammered into shape, the glowing metal transforming into sleek blades, spearheads, and arrow tips. Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword.

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.

The shop owner introduced: "This young lady, you really have a good eye. Although this short sword looks like the simplest of the four, it's actually the most powerful! The blade was forged by famous blacksmiths in the South of our country. With the technique of mixing soft steel and hard steel to make the blade so that it always keeps its sharpness and the rate of chipping is always at a minimum. The length of this sword has also been standardized so that when the sword is broken, it can still be sharpened and used again. Therefore, you don't need to worry about it being discovered by others."

Advanced sharp weapons referred to sharp weapons between Level Seven to Level Nine. Although this level of sharp weapons was not rare, it was definitely not as common as dishes in the secular world. Normally, only disciples with a certain background in the sect would receive a reward like this from their elders. For ordinary cultivators, high-level sharp weapons were enough to be the treasures of the family! But now, there were more than 10 high-level defensive sharp weapons in Shaw Charles's storage pouch. It could not be said that these were all obtained by greed, but at least it was almost the same.

The razer sharp claws could cut through someone with one swipe of the hand. Before I could get a better look around. They started to attack me instantly. Fuck I'm going to kill all of them for leaving me here. As I threw out fire it did nothing but anger them. I watched as the one I burned absorbed the fire causing me to groan. After multiple attempts, I used ice and that seemed to do something. They all started to run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

She asked with her eyes twinkling like there's something worth being excited for. I neglected her witty approach and continued touching some different weapons while responding to her. "I can't decide. I don't even know how to use these things, even one of them." She sat on the wooden table with force while swaying her legs. She kept wagging her head while looking at the sky. "Hm..." She murmured. While waiting for her response, I accidentally touched a sharp object approximately twenty-four to thirty centimeters long, and it has a curving shape that starts from the blade ridge to the curved edge which made it looked like too pointed. There is also a metallic silver with brown cord wrap above