Sharpest Blade On Earth Novels & Stories

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

Finally, reaching a state they’d never been, they were the masters of the world they were currently in. “Earth Sword.” Blade energies shot up from the ground while Tyr bobbed and weaved among them. He leaped into the air and brought his blade down. “Shattering Hill!” Boom! The skies and earth seemed to change color as the creator began toying around with the world. Tyr performed all forms of the Seven Blade Form at one go; the frightening power in his grasp made him the master of this world. While the man in white was just as intense, waving the Sword of Grace. “Mortal Sword, Earth Sword, Sky Sword!”

"Like a knife sharp enough to cut through a spirit?" Sofia was already filling up her glass again. "Yeah, that would do it. I have no idea where you would get one though. A blade capable of damaging an ethereal creature is extraordinarily rare. They have to be made of a non-Earthly metal, and that stuff is extremely challenging to come by." "The witch had a knife that did that." Sofia's drink paused on the way to her lips. "I seriously hope you stuck it in the Vault." "Uh, no." Mike looked down at his feet. "I left it in the greenhouse. With the Mandragora."

If I hadn't stopped that attack, I might have died. Analyze! [Meteor Blade] [A blade fashioned from old stars that have fallen from the sky. It is one of the world's most powerful substances.] "Hmmm...interesting." I then took a glance at the sword I was wielding. There was a minor scratch in the middle. It was at this point that the two blades collided. Despite the fact that my blade was an artefact honed with a Unique rank core, this unrefined blade was able to damage it. "Wise, you there?"

He yelled as kept dodging her strikes "IT'S ME!!" He added but it was like she couldn't hear what he was saying, she just kept swinging her blade at him like she had the intent to kill him. An ominous figure whatched it play through a screen in an unknown location. "How will you get out of this?" "You can't save yourself if you stay" "You can't save her if you run" "Can you bring yourself to attack someone you love?" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: The blade of Obgun'abali has the ability to change it's level of sharpness depending on who or what it wants to cut.

Like something else had taken over my body. My hand moved to the blades, touching them. I ran my thumb slowly down the cold, sharp edges of the metal, feeling the teeth of the steel. Subconsciously, I was looking for the one with the sharpest point. The one that could cut through flesh without getting stuck. I picked the last one. I paused, feeling it. My fingers locked around the thick carving knife. The handle was black, the blade long and perfectly straight.

"This blade was carved from the Tree of Death. It's the only known material that can kill the beings born from the Tree of Life." Giving the knife one final twist, Lucien ripped it from Seraph's chest and laughed as he fell to the ground.

she muttered under her breath. “You left it in the trap, didn’t you?” Vega’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing. “Crap!” Hennia smacked her forehead in frustration, her shoulders slumping. “We can’t use another knife! The Blade of Septem is the only one that works!”

In the ground where he had previously stood on was a massive pit and large expanses of trees around him had fallen. It was the work of Zuoqiu Yang and his ferrotungsten spear. The blade of the spear was lit up with dark radiance. Evidently, it was no ordinary weapon. Su Zimu waved his folding fan and speedily cried, "Heavenly Thirteen Swords!"