Split Blade Sword Novels & Stories

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Jangar resembled the aura of a peerless sword, and his aura had broken through the arena's shield to envelop Nontwo City. His body was bathed in the glow of sword light as he gazed coldly at Severin. He then nonchalantly tossed his long sword in Severin's direction. The speed of flight was not very swift, and one might even describe it as being remarkably slow. Yet, with each advancement, sections of the blade seemed to dissipate, giving rise to a sword light approximately ten feet long. As the blade vanished, the sword light grew even more.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

“Another crucial factor was the non-existence of a true double-bladed sword. A double-bladed long weapon like a spear or naginata can be wielded effectively without hurting oneself. The same goes with a double-bladed dagger or knife. But a double-bladed sword is a completely different matter. The only time such a weapon can work is if the blue Slayer alters the length of the hilt in the middle by stretching it and shortening the blades, basically transforming the weapon into a polearm. The problem was, in a real match between blue Slayers, we’re able to inhibit each other from liberally making or changing ice constructs. This is the very practical reason a sliding blade function was designed

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

The blade felt cold as ice. It came from Jesund's best swordsmith. Its sharpness could effortlessly cut through metal, causing a disturbing fear. Dirk held it aloft before a hall filled with seasoned martial artists, freezing their veins. The sword marked Dirk as their common enemy. Unlike Indigo Knightshade's sword, this one boasted an elongated blade. Radiating a mix of white and red hues, it seemed to thirst for bloodshed. It had likely claimed numerous lives before.