Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

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

He swung his sword in one fluid motion. Steel collided with steel, and a sharp metallic screech echoed as sparks flew. A lifeless body tumbled over the edge, plunging into the abyss below. It had been a martial god in black robes. He was rather skilled yet unable to withstand the ferocity of Chase's sword. "This sword… Its edge is extraordinary," Chase murmured while narrowing his eyes. The blade radiated a concentrated martial deity aura, interwoven with pure, crackling lightning energy. It was clearly a high-grade spiritual weapon.

The blade felt cold as ice. It came from Jesund's best swordsmith. Its sharpness could effortlessly cut through metal, causing a disturbing fear. Dirk held it aloft before a hall filled with seasoned martial artists, freezing their veins. The sword marked Dirk as their common enemy. Unlike Indigo Knightshade's sword, this one boasted an elongated blade. Radiating a mix of white and red hues, it seemed to thirst for bloodshed. It had likely claimed numerous lives before.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

I looked carefully at what they were holding and I found out that the swords they were using were not all the same. I'm not really familiar with swords but I know that some of them are bokkens and gladius? I didn't know that there were still gladius in the 20th century. Based on my basic knowledge, gladius is a dual edge sword with a wooden hilt. It is a weapon common in northern europe as it was an early ancient thrusting shortsword for legionaries in the 3rd century BC. Trivia eh?

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.