Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

“I prefer a double bladed sward.” “I know. Vincent told me. That is why I bought you this.” Ethan grabbed a box that I didn’t realize was even there. Pulling out the most beautiful set of blades I had ever seen. They each had a tri-angled blade with three prongs at the base. Once twisted together, they made up one long double-bladed sward. Each handle was custom to fit my smaller hand, but he had it engraved. “Luna Grace…” Etched into the blades in delicate script, I was blown away.

Samson said. "Tell me about it!" Alicia said staring at the delicate carvings made at the hilt[pommel] . "The Night blade is an intricate figure, it was discovered by the Medieval lords in some land called... You don't want to know. So right now, we just have to forge our own, the main blade still lay in the molten hill. So this one here is a carbon copy and we have installed different enchantments which I will tell you about the possible two the [Feather of truth] and [Heavy as a mountain]

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

Azrael wields the Blade in grace, power and glory. The Blade’s gold hilt with black crystals, the luminous, silvery and steely blade with details of diamonds and golden runes looks incredibly stunning in Azrael’s hands, “After a thousand year, I think the oldest Damned title would be passed right down tonight.” she stated. Her voice is remarkably thrilling.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

“Does this mean something?” Edward, who I’ve always viewed as father figure, is now all hunter in his response. “It means that you’re not just any hunter. And that’s as scary as it is promising.” Rion leans in so close his voice is almost private, “There’s a legend that the Orion blades can split in two.” He’s joking, I think—until I flick my wrist, and the blade separates perfectly down the center, each half locking into my hands like twin extensions of my own arms. The blue light flares, briefly blinding.

Wise's perceiving smile remained. I chose to ignore him. There were a few aura stones and cores of exceptional quality. However, because I have the world's largest supply of core, these were insignificant. However, these were not the best results of this trip. The most valuable harvest was a lithe, transparent sword I discovered in Nezha's bed. The sword was slightly shorter than mine and completely transparent as if made of glass. I initially assumed these were ornamental swords, but the system informed me otherwise. [Ravana's Blade of Desire]

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

“And we will not stand by while threats lurk in the shadows. We will not falter. We will not cower. We will destroy anyone who dares come for us.” His eyes flickered toward me then, just for a second. A silent message. I swallowed, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. Tristan faced the pack once more. “And tonight, we do not just stand together as warriors. We stand together as a family to welcome my Luna, your Luna .” Something shifted in his expression—not softer, but heavier. More certain. Then, slowly, Tristan reached behind him and withdrew a knife. A ceremonial blade—long, curved, wickedly sharp. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, the blade itself gleaming under the moonlight, intric