Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

the man in white suddenly asked. “That’s right.” Tyr nodded. “But, I don’t use it often.” The man in white declared, “Sword of Grace goes to me, while the Heavenly Conquering Blade belongs to you. It’s a fair distribution. After we get out, we owe each other nothing.” “Okay.” Tyr did not put much thought into it and nodded subconsciously. “There are some words on the wall over there.” Just then, Tyr suddenly looked at the wall next to Blade Hero. A massive amount of words were carved into the wall.

“Dear Lelanna I want you to have this blade, I know you’ll appreciate its beauty and will treasure it the way it deserves. This Blade actually belonged to my Great grandfather, he made it himself after his first battle and it has been passed down through generations. It now belongs to me but i couldnt help but see it in your hands instead every time i looked at it. So now it belongs to you.. All my love Layton xx”

Just me, silence, and a truth I couldn’t outrun. The blade was where I’d left it. Carefully hidden beneath a false floor tile and shrouded with cloth enchanted to dampen aura bleed. It wasn’t a standard weapon. This one had been gifted to me after the hybrid trials. Blood-forged. Custom-coded to react to the specific fingerprint of my aura signature. One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke.

Duggar straightened, but he didn’t rush. Good. He understood weight. He gestured toward the tributes. “These are offerings from the Silent Blues,” he said. “Forged in our lands. Carried through our battles. Not for display, but for use.” One of his men stepped forward, lifting a piece of armor, dark, reinforced, etched with subtle patterns that hummed faintly with energy. “Tempered with moonstone,” Duggar continued. “Resistant to both steel and magic.” Another brought forth a blade. Slim. Deadly. Its edge shimmered faintly, almost invisible in the light.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Harry embodied the idea of being unlearned and lacking in skills. "Mr. Whitaker, you are the experienced expert; you are knowledgeable and hit the mark with your words. I truly admire you." Jasper began with a bit of flattery, then said, "Although this Godslayer Blade is a high-quality reproduction crafted by people from later generations, it still dates back over 2,000 years. This is a rare and exceptional magical tool, which I was fortunate to come across by chance. "The treasure chooses its owner. In my unremarkable hands, it might become dull and lose its luster. Therefore, I reluctantly part with it and give it to you as a sincere gesture of apology."

“How generous.” “Prudent,” Kieran counters, still smiling. “Allies deserve investment and we fear we may have been neglecting you..” “Allies deserve honesty,” Ronan replies. “We’ll see which this is.” Kieran gestures, and servants roll the first crate forward, set it down and pry it open with iron bars. Silver-tipped arrows gleam like frostbite under the noon light. The next box contains an enchanted blade wrapped in oiled cloth. Jace takes the cloth and peels it back an inch. The edge doesn’t shine so much as drink light.

The twin blade glittered beautifully in the light. Rick was a ticking time bomb and it was best to be prepared. I lifted the crescent shaped blades up and inspected them. Their edges looked really sharp and they were light in my hands. I wasn't joking about wanting to peel off his flesh strip by strip but that could wait, at least until he makes his move. Silver is really pretty.

I remove it from its sheath to see silver runes near the hilt, reading prosperity and protection in elvish. “These are elven blades made with wind and fire elements in the blades and wood. These would fit well with Anna’s fighting style,” I say to Aias as he comes up next to me. “Would you like to get them for her?” Aias asks lifting the bo staff and inspecting the middle. I look over at him and see the seam in the middle of the staff. “Oh it can be separated,” I say placing the short sword back and walking to Aias and the bo staff.