Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

"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.

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

she said. Lukas went to the weapons and grabbed out of the air with both hands. "I told you we're going to find you your weapons, right?" he said, grinning. "And here it is." He gave a sheathed sword to Marjien. The sheath was plain white, except for the part where the hilt met the edge of the sheath. The hilt was wrapped in a golden leather and there were chains at the handle. Marjien took hold of the hilt and pulled the blade out. The blade was silver and double-edged. It was sharp, and very new.

“The sword might be your ceremonial sword to show off, Elison will train you with the sword since I don’t have patience for that kind of training. You need a new sword that you can defend yourself with. I will speak to Orel about this issue.” “Must it be a single sword, cannot I use double?” I asked as Gwenn eyes raised at me. “People who can master double swords are extremely good swordsmen and are rare. Those gifted with the ability of double swords are even rarer. Try to stick to an easy field before you try your hand at something which you cannot do.” Gwenn said as I bit my tongue not to reply her. “I will tell Orel about your sword mishap.” Gwenn said as she made a move to leave.

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re