Novel & Cerita Steel Sharpens Steel Meaning

To Victor, these clumsy steel crocodiles were easy targets. Every time the war scythe swung, it whirred through the air. However, to Victor's surprise, the steel crocodiles' armor was tough enough to block the scythe's sharp edge.

Something colder. Sharper. A blade waiting for the right moment. And when it came, I wouldn’t miss.

I lick eagerly, the copper tang mixing with his skin, my cock leaking onto my stomach. He shifts down, knife trailing lower, pressing the flat against my balls...teasing, threatening...before flipping it to trace my hole. 'Ever been fucked by steel?' His voice is low, dangerous. I nod, spreading my legs wider, heart pounding. He works the tip in slow, cold metal invading me, stretching just enough to burn without cutting deeper. I gasp, clenching around it, the sensation alien and intense...pain blooming into something filthy and electric.

The man was certain that there was a piece of iron that was not as strong as the others in the armor, and he would try to stab him there. “Stupid! You're stupid!” The Alpha of Swordblack kept saying that Meazus was stupid as he raised his sword. Meazus didn't know what the taunt meant because he was completely focused on defeating the Alpha of Swordblack. Meazus swung his sword at him several times, but the armor was very strong. However, Meazus was sure that every swing of his sword had a strong effect on the shifting of the wearer's bones. “Damn it! Damn it!”

A claw might tear flesh, but steel could pierce through armor, and fire-tipped arrows could halt even the fastest beast. Rhydian stood at the forge with a broad silver-edged sword in his hand. “This one is balanced,” he said, testing the weight before handing it to one of Kaelen’s lieutenants. “But sharpen the edge—if it catches against armored hide, it could fail you.”

Steel says a look of amusement crossing his face. “I thought you weren’t seeing each other anymore.” Frankie asks Steel defensively. “We’re not but who knows it could change.” Steel says taunting Frankie who glares at him. “Guess we’ll just have to see about that.” Frankie says smiling deviously at Steel and I get the feeling that he’s up to something. “What’s there to see, she’s obviously into me.” Steel says brushing off Frankie’s threat.

The clinking of metal on metal echoed through the space, a symphony of steel that resonated with the spirit of warriors past. My gaze swept over the array of weapons, each one holding its own story, its own history. I reached out, running my fingers along the hilt of a well-worn sword, feeling the coolness of the metal against my skin. It was a weapon that had seen countless battles, its edge tempered by fire and blood. It was a reminder of the sacrifices made by those who came before me, their valor and strength etched into every strike.

(Narration) In the dimly lit confines of what resembled a blacksmith's workshop, a man hunched over a workbench, methodically sharpening a gleaming knife. The rhythmic scrape of metal against metal filled the air, creating an eerie harmony with the occasional sparks that danced from the blade. As the knife's edge honed to a dangerous precision, the man paused, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The workshop was a labyrinth of tools and machinery, shadows playing across the rugged surfaces like specters of the past.

Swords and blades take on a silver glow at its edges when sharpened, with a whet stone, however, the effects are barely noticeable and, in the hand of a seasoned blacksmith, the glow is next to absent. This blacksmith had done a perfect job of sharpening the veils the best he could and while he employed a little heat for good measure, it was of scant necessity. And that did beg the question of why. Valerik drew the hot blades closer in inspection, his lips held in a thin line. The excessive care was unnecessary, the blades of veils weren't known to scratch no matter how much they were sharpened and, as far as Valerik knew, the only thing that could put a scratch on a veil, was another veil.