Triple Edged Sword Novels & Stories

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.

he declared. His eyes caught a strikingly beautiful sword whose blade glowed in the ruddy moon, it was a two-edged winged sword and It stood dipped into the ground. The grip shone with beautiful stones that enhanced its edges. It had some letterings written on it. He couldn't see it so he gradually limped towards it and tried to remove the sword from the dirt but couldn't, his hands wavered. It was too heavy for him to pull or even carry. He wondered why he could not carry the sword. I'm not sick, but why couldn't I carry it.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

Arya POV I was walking for hours, and when I looked around, I was at the pack's border, the north border. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I cross the border. As soon as I do so, I feel Silver twisting and howling inside of my head, and she is not happy that we are leaving our mates territory. I fall on my knees, grabbing my head as a severe pain attacks my body. I had never felt a pain like this before, it's as if my soul was being ripped out of my body.