Split Blade Sword Novels & Stories

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

The rattle stopped, her shaking hands stilled. Her eyes went wide as she gazed at the sword and sheath she's holding. What was gray and dull was replaced by a beautiful sword. It's a 5-foot long, double-edged sword with bluish-white hilt. The blade was coated with black color and it was in a leaf shape. The weight was light and the hilt was perfect on her grip. The sheath was the color and design of the hilt. Perfectly designed. Chloe hung the sheath on her hip inside the robes she was wearing and proceeded to twirl the sword, and was amazed when it made a whirring noise. As if it responded to her blood magic.

I help him up. "You okay," I say, getting back on my feet. "I'm fine," SpeedBlade answers. He said he is fine, but he doesn't look fine. Without any warning, he starts spinning around, his head going up and down. "My sword," he cries," Where is my sword? Where is it?" "I have no clue," I say. I look around myself but I don't see SpeedBlade's sword anywhere. "No, no, no," SpeedBlade yells, rubbing the sides of his helmet. "Where's my sword? I can't fight without my sword. Where did my sword fall to?"

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Three blades knife is meant to destroy and cause serious damage, a weapon only possessed by people like us and they were to be used only in the case of war. My sword, the sword rumored to be forged of the blood of my enemies wasn't entirely a lie. It was forged of their blood and carbon steel, it was possible with good craftsmanship and magic, and I remembered how I was supposed to have Lycus dead with his blood being forged into a special knife for me to carry around as a reminder that I had ended him. How things have changed. "With access to these types of blades, it's obvious that the killer is amongst us but catching them wouldn't be easy, no trace was left. Not even a scent."

Chris picked up the undamaged box and held it up. “This is to prevent the unit from breaking. There is a gas tank on the front and backing the unit. The rear tank has a hose that attaches to the primary air supply. This serves as a second air supply. The front tank will slowly leak gas into the sheathes to prevent the outside air from corroding the blades. Now for these three blades you will have a single hilt at your disposal.” Chris passed around the sword hilts and a blade. “Take note of the lever on the side of the handle. Squeeze the lever and slide the handle into the blade.”

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.