Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

To defense his quick attack, Hoshi swayed his double edges blade in ice pick grip. The double edges blade was design to enhance the tip of the knife. This bevel gives the blade an ability to pierce and break deeply into its subject. It's usually use for skinning animals; thus, isn't it the best weapon to beat a beast like HongYoonChoi's prime slayer.

The reception lady hesitated when she said the kast sentence. "Yes." "I have something to do. Talk to you later!" "Bye." "Allow me to tell you the effects of the weapon. As you can see, each of the short sword has a switch that if you pushed a button under the hilt it will turn into a doubled edged short sword and the purpose of those curved small blades are for you to not injure yourself if you decided to turn it into the double egded style and--" The reception lady stiffened after Seolurrie thrusted her hand in front of her.

At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light. Abelard stands with his back to the rock, His right hand holding his sword and his left holding a small knife. Closing his eyes while taking a deep breath, feeling the surrounding air through the passing wind. Abelard’s eyes get opened sharply. His feet hit the ground with all his might to jump over the rock he was behind, a beautiful somersault like a dancing dolphin.

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

“This enhances reflexes. You’ll need it for defensive spells.” I take a sip. The world sharpens. Noah tosses a small enchanted orb toward me. “Incoming!” I react without thinking, a shield blooms from my palm, catching the orb mid‑flight and dissolving it into harmless sparks. My heart pounds. “Holy Shit!” “Language,” Grace mutters, but she’s smiling. Liam steps forward. “Let’s push it.” He gestures, and three targets begin moving at once, weaving, darting, unpredictable.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

As he strutted forward, he was leaving trails of bloody footprints while his twelve flying swords gloated around him, humming in the air. Each sword was humming excitedly from shedding blood, and yet, each edge remained unblemished. Just seeing that sight sent countless backing off in fear before turning and scrambling just like a herd of animals. Still, there were still stubborn ones who stood in Caleb's way!