Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

I couldn't help myself from fearing the look in his eyes. I didn't dare to run around anymore and started pretending to be obedient before him. I would act like a maniac—I was sometimes compliant and sometimes hysterical. Half a month passed before I picked up some clues to indicate something was wrong. I was hanging the clothes out to dry on the balcony when I noticed a sharp blade hidden underneath the rusty railing. My memories pulled me back to that horrific night and the 160 stab wounds Liam had given me. They sucked all the energy out of me, but I tried to keep calm. Then, I found in his pocket two train tickets to Wenland and a receipt for some condoms.

With the screams of the old man still ringing in his ears, Tine turns to the young man, hanging against the wall shackled, dirty and crying out in terror. Without taking his eyes off of the the young man, Tine picked up the wickedly sharp, curved blade. The blade itself had an unnatural glow to it. The moonstone the goddess Mystera gifted his dad with when he was born had been used to craft the blade. His dad had it crafted into a blade mixed with celestial steel from a fallen heavenly body. It had never dulled in all of his 700 years, and he had occasion to use it often in his life.

This old blade, stained with blood that had fused with the metal, emanated a chilling killing intent, evoking the brutality and bloodshed of the past. Seeing Kiran's interest in the blade, Lilian explained, "This blade is a trophy from the battle at Belleford Mountain, where Sect Leader Axel Yanes defeated the top master of Sunland." Hearing that it was Axel Yanes' trophy, Kiran felt a deep respect. "During that battle, Sect Leader Yanes summoned the dragon spirit of Belleford Mountain to slay his opponent," Lilian added somberly. "This blade has killed many of our people, and despite being here for years, it remains tainted with evil."

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

Lawrence said firmly, "Let's wager the legendary Sentinel Blade from your organization. What do you think? As for me, I'll stake the Sovereign Silver Spear that's been with me for decades." The moment those words were spoken, a gleam flashed in Thomas' eyes. If he could obtain Lawrence's spear, it would be the same as trampling Lawrence's honor and pride beneath his feet. The spear carried decades of glory and countless battle honors. It was Lawrence's most treasured weapon and a divine artifact. However, the legendary Sentinel Blade was also the symbol of the Empyrean Sentinel's honor. Losing it to the Legion would be a massive blow to their prestige. Thomas hesitated at that thought.

His amber eyes locked onto hers with a predator’s contempt. “She sends a pup?” he growled at the crowd, spitting at her feet. Elara met his gaze without flinching. No armor weighed her down. No magic shimmered at her fingertips. Just steel and grit. She slid the twin blades from her back, silver-forged, etched with crescent runes. A gift from her father. One of the few things he had left her. Above them, the Elder stepped forward, a towering figure cloaked in grey, bearing the ceremonial staff of Judication.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector. Thorne's voice resonates with conviction as he imparts his knowledge, sharing the secrets of the weapons' effectiveness. Each blade holds the potential to turn the tide of battle, their design honed through years of trial and error. They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life.