Sun Haven Blacksmith Novels & Stories

I question. “You’re upset about something,” he suggests gently. “My mother is really sick, and everyone’s saying she won’t live much longer, I’m scared because I don’t want to be alone. But your story did help me to not feel so bad,” I say with a small smile. “I’m sorry,” he says. “You never told me your name,” I say carefully. “My name is Neron Black. I’m a blacksmith who works in the city. What’s your name, little man?” He asks, bending down to my level.

“Our local blacksmith is a very mysterious Slayer, full of surprises, but a good fellow. He isn’t from around here but everybody adores him just the same. Oh, and have I mentioned he’s blind?” “Blind?!” Temujin and Aki echoed. “Oh yes, that’s right. Completely, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t challenge him to a spar though on account of that, for he can put any able-bodied Slayer to shame. Also, he very much prefers a simple and private life.” “Oh, I’ve heard of this blacksmith,” Sasha jumped in. “He’s the one who makes most of the blue Slayer suits by cooking the tree-drops in a stove. Somehow he knows how to combine fire and wind techniques.”

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

Hrodgar’s smile was beatific. Kemp and Kenward walked through the city and towards the industrial side of town where the loud metal smiths and smelly tanners worked. They found one of the larger blacksmiths that had been recommended to them and owned by a man called Farsh. He was not the Master Smith but well respected. Farsh wore a thick leather apron covered in burn spots. A tunic of the same thick leather covered his torso and left his huge arms bare. His arms were enormous, as with most men in that trade, and the arms were also covered in thick, matted hair, much like those of some type of large apes seen in travelling side shows.

The male snapped before letting out a huff akin to what a petulant child would do when sulking. Sierra was quiet for a moment as she tapped on the tablet before holding up a picture of an elderly male. "Do you recognise this man?" "No." "Are you sure?" Sierra asked. "You've not even looked at the photo." "I'm sure." "Let the record state that Mr Thorn is unable to identify the male in the picture marked BM19. The picture is of Former Alpha Hal Cuzens who disappeared nineteen years ago from the Blue Mountain pack." The silence said it all but if it didn't the look of sheer panic on Nathaniel's face did. He had been caught in his first lie. Just like that, the tone of the interview changed, th

She smiled and showed her age with a few missing teeth. After a while, Ivar returned and took Yvayn on a tour. They went to the blacksmith, Ernor, on the eastern edge of town. Yvayn was right about the old man: his metal work was exquisite, even the hinges that held up the doors. “Ernor?” Ivar knocked on the open door of the smoky shop. Black iron tools hung on the walls. A large fire was in a pit just outside the door. A pile of coal was next to it as well as several shovels.

The moment they recognized Knox, the gates creaked open, revealing the Blue Moon compound. Lydia’s eyes widened. At the center stood the pack house—a sprawling five-story structure built from dark stone and timber, regal but worn with time. It exuded authority and history, standing proud over the surrounding land. To the far right wing, Lydia spotted the pack hospital, sterile white against the forest green. A few meters down sat the laundry building, where women moved back and forth with baskets of linens. Beyond that, the gym and training ground buzzed with activity—wolves in human form sparred under the late afternoon sun. And at the far end of the land, nestled beneath willow trees, stoo

The moment he had fallen out of the forest was the moment he had left his old life behind and like a blessing from the goddess Rae found him. ☆ Teigen soon found that Rae was a blacksmith. He was responsible for making weapons, farming implements, kitchen knives and other tools for the members of the city and beyond. Mr. Rae owned a shack behind his house where his various instruments: his forge, anvil, his bellows and his work bench are stationed. Slowly but surely we fall into a routine, Mr. Rae wakes up early and goes to his work shack. In the meantime I clean his house, sweeping and dusting every surface till it was rid of dust. Mr. Rae spend all day, working, the noise of metal hitting

His words made me frown. “Why would he be so scared of just a meeting?” I wondered aloud. “It wasn't just a meeting, Luna. This man is a blacksmith. The best of his kind. We need one to help us melt and work on the mined lead,” I could understand that. I had wanted to ask what was the fate of the mined lead Damian had gone through so much to take. Seemed like he already had a plan and was working on it. “Why don't you ask my father for one then?” I asked him. I was sure Alpha Elijah would have a blacksmith hidden within his pack since he was able to get mined leads.

Still, he understood the need for armor. The blacksmith was like his smithy, big, scorched, and black. One of his eye lids was scalded shut, leaving him with only one eye to work with. But it seemed it did nothing to hinder his work. If he was less efficient for it, Sethlzaar could only wonder just how efficient he would've been when he had both eyes.