Épée Novels & Stories

It was infused by silversmiths with Fae magic, offering both physical and magical protection. When Avril stood still, her pose made her look like a goddess of war. Her weapon looked similar to a Japanese Naginata. Avril called it a doryphoros with a moonstone blade at one end and a long pole with a moonstone dagger hilt. It was a two-handed weapon that looked difficult to wield, but Avril assured me she was proficient at it.

One of her peers, a boy named Archie, turned to her and said, “Really? Is the teacher a boy or a girl?” “He is a man,” the girl replied. “If it is who I think it is, he is quite handsome. Unfortunately, he is a little old, though. I watched one of his matches on YouTube. He is good at the Epee Attack, and he can hit the opponent’s key points quickly and accurately every time.” Archie: “Is the Epee Attack that effective?” April: “Totally. If done properly, it can open up all of an opponent’s weaknesses.”

"Michael, you're the eldest apprentice. I've seen your swordsmanship, and this sword will suit you well. Its name is Whispering Breeze. I hope you can advance in your sword skills." "Thank you, Sage Violet!" Michael accepted the sword with both hands, unable to contain his joy. "Max, you're the second apprentice. You usually use a knife, right? Amethyst Edge is for you." "Amethyst Edge?" Max was practically bouncing with excitement. "Thank you, Sage Violet! Thank you so much!" There was no need to explain how much martial artists cherished their weapons. He used both swords and knives, but the dagger suited him perfectly. "Alistair!" Violet called, her tone shifting as she turned to him.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

I felt his heart in my chest skip a beat but his facial expression wasn't sweet anymore and his eyes kept sending me daggers as he focused back to the girl. Ignoring his daggers, I bowed and curtsied again while opening up his chamber doors to make my way to the armory room. When I got in, I began clanking around everything so he could hear that I was frustrated. I didn't need him to hear it, as he could already sense and feel it with his heart welded to mine. There were so many different swords in the armory, to breastplates, to cuirasses and lots of medieval swords. Scanning over the large wooden room, I chose to wear a breastplate and use the Egyptian Sickle-Sword, The Khopesh!

Hunters were such a pain especially when they were in a group of more than three. Anna had two daggers that Raphael gave her as a promise to always protect her. Now it was to protect the very family that was in exile. Erik had given Abbey a double edge axe as she loved to swing stuff around. She had learned very quickly on how to use it. Byron had thought to give Kaitlyn a short sword as her arms were smaller and she could swipe faster at it. Belle held the black obsidian spear Zephyr gave to her a few days before she had been exiled. It could retract and fold out when necessary.

I chuckled, feeling all the excitement. However, when I shifted my gaze back to the red-lion beast, I saw a man in a black hoodie cloak. He's wielding a sword that has a strong and shining blade. The red lion kept on puffing fireballs to hit the man, but he moves so swiftly that you will only be surprised; he's already on the other side. I'm sure that he is not teleporting since he doesn't take time staying in one place, but running because it takes time when he disappears from my sight.

She'd shredded the sheets, and drenched us both in her juices, but she's been skittish ever since. "Babe, seriously, you gave me your virginity. Do you really think a bike is worth more than that?" I'd just accepted delivery on her gift, the one I'd ordered especially for her after our first time. I could see the gleam in her eye, so her mouth was saying one thing, but her heart something else entirely. She walked all around the tomahawk which I'd got to match mine. At least she won't be able to do any stunts on this thing. This was built for luxury, not stunts.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.