Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

I didn't need to look at other words because I knew them the instant I held them. Henry watched with interest. He, too, loved the second sword. It wasn't very wide, had a double-edged blade, and no accessories were attached to the hilt. It resembled a katana, but it was double-edged. "Can we get two of these?" I inquired. As he walked back inside, the merchant smiled and rubbed his hands. Because these swords were mass-produced, they should be relatively common. What would make it unique is if you refined it and turned it into an artefact.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I stepped forward to face them squarely. When they attempted to stand in front of me. I didn't hesitate any longer and swung the triple sword in all four directions towards them. It was weird that individuals in front of me and those behind me, as well as those by my sideways, were screaming and wailing in agony. One thing about the triple sword technique is that once it attacks you, you are likely to die about ten minutes later. I was getting tired so quickly, one technique I had learned from grandpa Peter dropped into my mind. It was an unstoppable ax technique. Just as it dropped into the mind I said it loudly. Once I mentioned the name then it was supposed

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

The room was plunged into silence, but there was an unknown pressure lingering in the air. “Say, Raelynn. I was wondering what weapon should I use to chop off the man’s head.” Eldrick questioned and pulled out a claymore sword from its sheath. He ran his fingers on the edge of the blade before swinging it in the air. “No, a sharper sword. How about an Estoc? I can plunge it through his heart and kill the man at once.” A sinister smile made its way on the man’s face and he turned to face the two, who did not comment a word.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

Charlie agreed as he said, “Yes. This kind of matter is a double-edged sword. If it is not used well, the person will get hurt himself.” As he spoke, Charlie smiled as he said, “However, the gift that I am going to give him will help him turn this double-edged sword into a single-edged sword!” Nanako asked in amazement, “Charlie, what do you mean by this? A double-edged sword becoming a single-edged sword?” “That’s right.” Charlie smiled as he said, “In other words, with my gift, he will not need to worry about causing harm to himself even if the sword is not used wisely.”

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like