The Blacksmith Daredevil Novels & Stories

It was extremely complicated but David’s evolved mind was able to process information faster than even the most talented people on Earth. Skills that would take months and weeks to learn could be resolved in a few days if David pushed himself. And in the aspect of forging, David really pushed himself. He’ll never admit it but David always fantasized about blacksmithing since it was a skill that was the polar opposite of what he knew in his previous life.

That cool-looking monkey became Walter’s idol and future goal. Walter’s stick was the result of his hard work. It was with great difficulty that he managed to obtain Star Divine Metal and later found the renowned blacksmith, Devon Stronghold, the Infinite Divine Ox, to forge it. As a master blacksmith and a rarity among monsters, the weapons he forged were well-known in the nether realm.

And then, with one final crash, they were inside. Darius's men poured through like wolves — faces hidden behind iron masks, laughter sharp as knives. I swung my hammer once, caught one square in the jaw — teeth and blood spraying — but there were too many. They slammed me to the floor, pressing my face into the dirt. Emily screamed. My daughters cried. And then he stepped in. Darius. Calm. Smiling. Like a man about to enjoy a fine meal. "You should've made me what I asked for, blacksmith," he said softly, almost kindly. "You could've been a rich man. Instead…" His eyes flicked to my wife and daughters. "Now your family will pay for your mistake."

Mira got out of the Jeep along with Griffin. “Miss Red, it was good to see you again,” The older man greeted her. To the others, he was just an old man working with the outlaws. To those who knew him, he was a well-known businessman. They called him ‘The Blacksmith’. Nobody knew his real background or real name. He designed, created, and supplied weapons—guns, bow and arrow, swords and anything that made it into a killing tool. He did this for the right price. Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business.

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.

Damian swiftly vaulted over the sprinting assailants, his body landing with impeccable precision just inches away from Adams and the six men. "Argggggg!" he bellowed, his voice filled with a potent blend of fury and determination. In a breathtaking display of his lethal prowess, Damian's hands moved like lightning, severing the heads of all six men in a single fluid motion. The sheer swiftness of his actions left not only Adams, Noah, and Clara astonished but also sent a chilling wave of disbelief rippling through their cores. "El lus vedenus," Mathias chanted a spell, causing three men to levitate and slam hard against the roof.

“Forging in itself is not a difficult thing. That can be easily done.” Phoebe kept shaking her head, and she said, “It’s not as easy as you think. This volcanic metal isn’t normal metal, so it’s difficult to forge it. If you’re not careful, you’ll break it. Only an excellent swordsmith can do it well. Based on what I know, there’s a swordsmith like that in this area, and he’s the only capable one. His name is Brighton Cook.” Thomas remembered the name “Brighton Cook” deeply.

With a cracking noise, Zephyr sent his energy over once again. A loud metal clang rang throughout the mountain. Such efforts were so great, that even Zephyr started to pant. However it was not for nought, as the metal slowly formed into its desired shape. Many hands and hammers struck upon the metal. “Don’t give up, kid!” the smith called out, willingly sparing some focus away from his Herculean task. Zephyr could not help but hold deep respect for the old man. Any other fighter would never have spared any attention.

I raise my clutch bag and show her the silver buckle that I used once to hit Pyke. She looks taken aback by what I said. If she thinks I will allow her to insult Pyke, then she underestimates me. “He will throw you when he’s done, my dear. You may be younger than me, but I bet you don’t know anything—” I wave my hand to dismiss her. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t judge me by my tiny body because I suck cock like a pro. I ride like a rodeo, and I can definitely tell you how much Pyke loves to take me from behind while he spanks my ass to raw.” I smirk and a wink. Oh god, where did those ideas come from?

Air escaped his mouth as he felt his lungs tighten in his chest. As he thought that he was to never wake up, the loud roar of thunder made him gasp for air as he finally made it to his senses. He never went back to sleep anymore. Instead, he went to the kitchen, and was making himself a cup of hot cocoa when a faint scream reached his ears. Even with the raging storm, he headed out without hesitation and searched for the source of the scream. He soon found himself walking towards the cliff of his turf, just beyond the trees near his mansion and saw a man lying on the ground, with some limbs dislocated. And that was how he ended up tapping his healing magic that left him currently worn-out.