Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

With a dramatic, deliberate motion, he patted the new scabbard at his hip, proudly showing off the rune-engraved steel blade forged specifically by Althea. "Look at this," Lucas said deadpan, though he couldn't completely hide the proud glint in his crimson eyes. "An arcana flame-burst blade crafted by Althea. This will be far more useful at the border than a scrap of silk." Standing near the lead carriage, Althea folded her arms, letting a subtle, victorious smile grace her lips. "I told you girls, my true masterpiece hangs at his waist." Liora and Lyra immediately pouted, but Veyra's melodic laugh from the terrace above eased the morning's nervous tension.

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

The strange ancient language came to life. "The blade of light has a long double-edged blade forged from silver. The blade is fixed on a rich hilt of shinning gold metal with a smooth grip made of bluish crystal. A set of protection runes is carved into the blade near the spine. It was crafted by mage Calwivu, in the Aengmor Forest. It was crafted to kill the immortals. After the battle of Valmir, only two blades have been known in existence. One was kept in a secret location by the were council and the other one belonged to the Vampire elders...." "Vampires!" Harry stopped reading and rushed to inform his Alpha.