Trollhunters Swords Novels & Stories

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“-werewolves. Plus there’s a couple of ceremonial-looking silver swords taken off werewolves they’ve fought. Those aren’t in the armoury, those are in the Gallery of Glory.” Tom snorts. “Guessing there’s no way we could get hold of any of them,” and Reese pulls a face and nods. Tony stirs in his chair. “I’ll need some convincing that it is the best course of action, but there are two silver swords in the Tombs. Not pure silver. Bronze core. Fancy figuring all over the surface.” “Really? Would they lend them?” Aiden asks. “Not the right question,” Tony replies. “First, you need to persuade me of the need to use them.”

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

The sword was currently his friend, and he wouldn't make it his enemy just because he didn't manage to hold it correctly. 'I really need to train using real weapons. I still don't know which should I use though. Sword or thievery weapons like wires and knives...' Jai thought as he examined the sword's blade, finding small faint cuts every where on its surface. The hilt wasn't made of wood. There was a small layer of iron on it, which was why Jai was able to channel his thunder into it and deal a great amount of damage to the gorilla beast before. That was also why Jai was cautious when Kasuga was trying to pull it out of the Gori-gori's mouth, afraid that the soldier would get electrocuted a

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

“I lost count after the second dormitory, but between three people, we killed well over 50. It does seem like a very good blade, indeed, made of silver? It feels like silver, but there is something else. Frank loves the handle, by the way.” “Traitor,” said Frank, refilling her drink. “Simplistically put, it’s copper core quenched in salt water, dipped in molten crystallized salt, and silver layers added,” said Hendrick. “Basically, the type of blade I don’t want to see in the hands of anyone wanting her dead,” said Frank. “Interestingly, the night we escaped jail, we used a sword to complete our mission at the South Africa compound. For the little side mission I had this morning, I used a sw