Split Blade Sword Novels & Stories

If her blood was indeed an Empyreal Weapon, then it might have a name too. Sevyh pulled one of his sabers. The handle was dark-red, carved with fish scales—both guards had a fishtail form, and the long blade was silver and curved. He showed them the carved writing on the blade near the guard. “Twin Blades of Agaski?” Larice muttered.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

*Slash! Mirozlav, still speaking in a relaxed tone, swiftly grabbed the sword from the table. His movements were slower than Gabrielle's Air Sword flick, but what she had slashed turned out to be a mere reflection on a thin sheet of ice. As Gabrielle turned around quickly, she saw reflections of Mirozlav wielding a sword from various angles, blending with the backdrop of the weapons shop. *Slash* *Splish!* Gabrielle cut through the ice that created those images, but Mirozlav's image became even more intricate, like a kaleidoscope.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Ding Hao swallowed hard; he moved away his eyes from the black spinels, and saw a long saber floating in the space. It was a quaint-looking long saber, a bit like the podao used by the army of the cold weapon era in his previous life. The saber had a broad spine and a long edge, molded in a soft streamline. Three blood grooves were carved along the blade, like sprawling dragons and phoenixes. The blade was slightly narrower towards the handle, and the hilt was extremely long, which was more than enough for both hands to grasp. The entire saber, with no complicated pattern or engraving, looked extremely simple.

Alien blades flashed before my eyes with a cold gleam, merged into incredibly fast strokes of descending death, and almost instantly reached their goal. Yarsi managed to exhale as he took the blows. The swords of the opponents were like crystal, translucent, glowing from within with a dull blue light. They seemed fragile, but none of them broke, but Yarsi's sword was cut in three places at the same time and crumbled to the ground with a slight clang.

"Perhaps I wasn't your match before, but now you'll be at my mercy." At that moment, Adrian vanished from sight. The one-meter azure blade floated in midair, splitting into countless long swords that flew forward with relentless ferocity. One sword divided into thousands, forming a terrifying sword formation that charged toward the distance, ready to strike.