Split Blade Sword Novels & Stories

She just shakes her head at him and he lets her move to me. “This blade is a very special blade. It will do the job.” She hands me the Katana. I step back, my hands on the handle and the sheath. The sheath is black and purple with a dragon that wraps around the full length of it. Its mouth open facing the handle of the sword. I remove the sword and hand the sheath to her. I hold the sword up, looking at the steel. The blade is clean and sharp, it glistens under the light. I walk to Gianni. I stand at his side. I raise the sword in my hands, turning my body, adjusting my feet.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like

He would destroy anyone and everyone who laid a hand on her. I rushed back into the sanctuary, with no time to waste. Walking into the artifact room and grabbing the pair of cutlass swords, I had always admired, hanging up on the wall. Both are trimmed with gold, and both are etched with the lunar phases on one side of the blade. The only difference – is their handles. One woven in white the other black. The supposed twin swords of Skoll and Hati. The sons of Fenrir. The balance in both blades was perfect, as I tested them out, rotating my wrist and twirling the blades. The sun catching the finely sharpened edges.

She’s sure to buy him a present next time she sees him. She smiled as she wielded the two swords and tried them out. Dune was correct, it was light as she slashed at the wind with ease. Then, when she thrust it on a tree, it penetrated like butter, its short design meant to take her burnt power and fast guarding while the arming sword was to thrust enemies at long range. In addition, she isn’t in any position in fearing it breaking at the tip since it held more thickness. She still needs to get used to it but she has time.

“How about we join in, like that better, right?” “But…” I looked down at my open palms, sending a signal to Flynn with my action. “I am not with my sword.” He huffed and walked over to one of the sword racks while I trailed behind him. “That is fine. We can borrow two of these,” He uttered as he retrieved a steel sword before tossing it to me. I caught the sword and stared long at it, noting its tangible difference from the one Phyllis had given to me, as it looked more like the Claymore steel. Somehow, it was much more comfortable than the Katana, but I still preferred daggers.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised. The sword was longer than I expected it to appear. It had a bare handle, without any type of leather or cloth wrapped around it to make it comfortable to hold. And as it neared the blade, it was slightly curved, to act as the guard. Despite that, the detail on it, the carved feathers, was a sight to behold. The blade was straight, single-edged, and had an upswept point.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.