Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

“Alright, I hope you remember what I said.” Both climbed onto the duel arena, standing a few meters apart. Danial gripped his sword—the one Elysia had given him. It was unassuming, simple in design, without any grand embellishments. In contrast, Egbert’s longsword gleamed under the hall’s lights, its meteoric steel forging an undeniable air of dominance. One and a half meters of finely crafted destruction, built to slice through opponents with precision and overwhelming force. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder.

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The short break was coming to an end and the two returned, tugging at their swords and twisting them to create the wonderful impression of the ladies who chose their favorite with handkerchiefs waving and smiling, hiding their smiles behind the veils of their dresses or their wide sleeves, embroidered with talent to he stared during the battle of the knights who hid their eyes behind the metal chipped edge of the shield. Sir William, who was on the edge of the abyss, was staggering, and could scarcely have the strength to hold the shield, which slid across his chest, yet those on the edge cried out to be the same William of old again, and these words seemed to enchanted, coming from the thro

His gesture seemed to indicate it was just beyond the next turn. I looked out the window. For every answer my search garnered, multiple new questions surfaced, and yet, a picture that had once been amorphous had now developed a shape. An unrecognizable one, to be sure, but a configuration nonetheless. The trick, to use a frivolous term for grave business, was to expend one’s mental energies wisely. Here was a path worth treading. Now five throats touched by a knife. Was there any doubt that in each case the hilt had been clutched by the same hand?

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

It thrust us a small distance from each other. Alex joined in. He, too, had a sword. My weapon changed its form into a two-bladed sword. A blade at the top and a blade at the bottom with the hilt in the middle. I stopped Alex's sword with mine. He used that stupid magic thing again. This time it was a series of flames. I twirled my sword, sweeping away each.

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

“Don't think of defeating me. I, Wesley Sayer, have achieved what I have, and I’m not someone you can defeat just by saying so!" A second later, Wesley raised his right hand and threw the three-foot sword into the air. The three-foot sword buzzed and trembled as it floated in front of Wesley. Once again, Wesley continuously performed the formation with both his hands. The silver light circulated between Wesley's fingers, and the twisted runes poured into the three-feet sword were like mud being poured into the sea. Everyone noticed that the light emitted by the silver sword only grew stronger. Soon enough, a loud cracking noise could be heard coming from the sword. To everyone’s surprise, th