Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

He no longer showered the same tenderness toward her and instead left in a hurry. … "I've got lead, but… I think you should go home and see things for yourself," Lawrence said. Tristan rushed home, burst into the living room, and scanned the room, frozen in place. Where was my most precious, beloved flower? It was a gift from our first wedding anniversary, a handmade knitted piece that Delilah didn't want. He suddenly remembered I had once mentioned wanting a gift, so he casually tossed the flower into my arms. To his surprise, I had thanked him with delight, treating it like it was the most precious thing. But now, whether in the living room or the bedroom, there was no trace of me left.

he said, offering the bundle to the large being. With a low grunt, the Minotaur sheathed his own large blade and took the bundle in his own massive hands. Still eyeing Andric suspiciously, he slowly unwrapped it. The blade glinted in the firelight as it was uncovered, and the Minotaur took great interest in it. He lifted it by the hilt and held it up to examine it. There were deep grumbles from the others. “By the bones of Taural,” the Captain muttered, “can it be?” He turned it in the light, looking closely at every detail. There were runes engraved on the blade that were distinctly those of the Shujaar, as well as an inlaid gold silhouette in the shape of a bull’s head on the hilt. The Min

She seized the silver knife and, with cold, methodical precision, began carving the hundred stars across Wyatt’s chest. He shrieked and wailed.. "This is for all the rogues you destroyed. This is for the families you broke." She threw the bloodied knife aside, and delivered a final, disgusted kick to his ribs. "Take him away," I commanded, rushing to gather my mate in my arms. My arms closed around her, and I sealed my mouth over hers, pouring every ounce of relief, terror, and devotion I held into the kiss. The kiss was sharp, tasting of blood and victory. As I pulled back, I gently touched the shallow, stinging silver cut on her throat.

Upon careful inspection, the pattern could be identified as a lifelike dragon. Looking at the long golden sword in his hand, James’ heart pounded with excitement. Delainey approached him and said excitedly, “Congratulations, Mr. Caden! You’ve managed to uncover the secret hidden within the Blade of Justice. This must be its true appearance!” James could now sense that the Blade of Justice was different from other swords. Previously, the Blade of Justice felt like a common and lackluster piece of iron, but now he could sense a palpable power from it.

"Finish it." ​Julian adjusted the heavy tactical straps of his harness, his gray eyes locking onto hers with a fierce, possessive warmth that signaled an absolute, shared victory. He pulled his twin tactical blades, the dark tungsten alloy catching the light of the burning valley outside, and walked out into the ash storm toward the disabled fortress.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

I watched him carefully as he pressed a series of buttons until the wall slid open. Instantly, a green light shone directly into my face, nearly blinding me. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a giant, long, green, shiny blade. It looked so polished that I could see my reflection staring back at me from its surface. "My ancestors and I have spent generations creating this blade. It's called the Blade of Poison," he whispered in astonishment, staring at the object before him as though it were a priceless trophy. Slowly, he pulled the blade from its sheath and brought it toward my face.

"Thought you could use proper equipment." He opened the case. Inside lay two curved blades made of meteor silver. "They're beautiful," Tamara breathed. "Beautiful and deadly. Magic is great, but what if it fails?" Derek picked up one blade. "These will work when nothing else does." They moved to a clear area. Derek showed her basic forms. How to hold the blades. How to move with them instead of against them. "You're a natural," he said after an hour. "Most people take weeks to get that fluid."

I asked fuming. He claps his hands in utter amusement. “Of course. I forgot. You deserve to know since you made it happen.” “How did I make you gain so much confidence?” I asked in mockery. “You know I have been searching for this particularly precious blade for years now. Note that it's even much more precious than you are to me.” “What blade?” “The only dagger that existed that could forever kill Roman.” My jaws dropped open in shock.