Épée Novels & Stories

He stood in the door way his hands dripping blood to the floor while his eyes that were pinned on her felt like a knife cutting her in to peaces. Champagne's knees went weak, her face blanched and the phone she was holding in her hand slipped to the floor. With trembling lips she whispered softly... "Thomas "

On the left side is a much smaller blade, curving down. Tossing me the spear, Soren says, "This is a halberd spear. This will be the weapon I train you to use."

It smelled of truth. Kaelen moved with a grim, determined purpose, stripping off his fine tunic and replacing it with a simple leather jerkin. He chose his sparring blade, not the ornate, weighted sword of ceremony, but a plain, well-worn steel longsword that felt like an extension of his own arm. Its balance was perfect, its grip familiar, a solid, unyielding reality in a world that had become a nightmare of whispers and silence.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

The headgear goes back on and the two men in the ring, the other in sky blue, bow to one another. Archibald’s preferred weapon is a jian. It’s one that Isabella can appreciate, even if she wasn’t ever that skilled with it, but it particularly suits Archibald in the way that it requires precision. It’s a gentleman’s weapon, after all, and Archibald wields it like it’s merely an extension of his arm. He’s fast and his movements are so liquid smooth that Isabella wants to die, and if this has been anything other than a choreographed display of skill? Someone would already be bleeding, and Isabella knows who it would and wouldn’t be.

“Alright, I hope you remember what I said.” Both climbed onto the duel arena, standing a few meters apart. Danial gripped his sword—the one Elysia had given him. It was unassuming, simple in design, without any grand embellishments. In contrast, Egbert’s longsword gleamed under the hall’s lights, its meteoric steel forging an undeniable air of dominance. One and a half meters of finely crafted destruction, built to slice through opponents with precision and overwhelming force. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the 3rd fight of the 5th round of this tournament. The Jade Master and the Exterminator, lets welcome them with a round of applause as they come on stage to show off their prowess and skill. Hearing this, Alexis stood up and walked steadily to the cage. On reaching there, she hesitated and looked back for the last time. She closed her eyes, cleared her emotions and mind before entering the cage that would decide her death and life. Bam!! The gates slammed shut, as she walked straight ahead with a stern face. She already steeled her mind for whatever was to come, she was prepared for the worst. Her opponent, the Exterminator is one of the few gladiators w

Hope POV - Monday afternoon I raised my hand, placing three fingers and counting, as soon as I reached zero all the air around me changed, becoming tense and dangerous. The first to come at me was Marco, he was using a Gladius sword with a wide straight blade 70 cm long. I used my wakisashi to defend myself by warding off his blow, spinning around I removed the katana from my waist to strike Claire and used some of the energy to actually throw her against the marble, I heard the sound of bones breaking.

Jace continued as we stopped at the first set of weapons. "This is the border spear. It is used to keep dangerous wolves at a distance. The glowing spearheads scare them the most," he explained. Then he continued, "This is the sword. We have different shapes, and they're sheathed. You know what swords are used for. This is the dagger. We have three major categories of this dagger: one is the throwing dagger, the other is bone-handled close daggers, and the last one is silver-edge ritual daggers." "Ritual?" I asked.

"En garde!" Gripping her epee tightly, Cassy flexed her knees and lifted her left arm in the air as her instructor, M. Fournier, had taught her. Her throat closed with nervous apprehension as the small, wiry Frenchman assumed the first position. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the ballroom, glittering on the blade of the slender epee she clutched in her right hand. It seemed to sparkle with deadly intent.