Novel & Cerita Treasured Blades

"Marshal Snow, this is the day you die! The fifth style of the 13 Ghost Blades—Soul Slice!" A black arc of blade energy came slashing toward him. Gideon felt a twinge of regret. He should have brought Aldreda with him. He could have used the Beast Supreme Bone Spur. A couple of good smacks would've scrambled Tristan's insides. But even without the Beast Supreme Bone Spur, he still had a weapon. He had the broken blade he won as champion of the Martial Arts Tournament of the Eight Major Royal Families.

It still shocked me that Julio and his fuckheads had been able to royally fuck up so many people’s lives. A black velvet bag appeared in Mom’s hands and was passed over to me. I raised a brow, curiosity taking hold. She matched my expression and gestured for me to open it. Inside of the bag were six ornate blades that were etched with intricate designs. Six-inch blades that looked like they would do some serious damage. There was an undercurrent of power that thrummed through them.

My tray falls from my hand as I reach up to cup the back of my head as the shouting voices get louder and start to sound more panicked, but the words they’re saying just begin to blur together, like trying to listen to someone talk from underwater. I check my hand and feel relieved when I don’t see any blood, but it doesn’t make the pain lessen. I feel two large hands clasp my shoulders gently and comfortingly, my disoriented eyes meeting sapphire gemstones filled with concern. That's weird, jewels can't have emotions, can they?

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The entire thing, pommel to point is black, and the only color is a trio of red rubies that sit at the top of the cross guard. “It’s beautiful…thank you” I say, she looks at me expectantly, and then eyes the larger box. I already have an idea of what it will be, but I still want to cry as I find a set of twin blades, the coloring the exact same, with the 3 rubies, in the box. “If I were to hug you, would you rip my arms off?” I ask her, choked up with emotion. I can’t believe she was so thoughtful…even if she had agreed to train me I would have happily used whatever was readily available in the weapon storage for the army.

Her breath is like fumes on my skin and I wince at her touch. “The blood from your body is red…but the skin on your ruined face looks so green. I wonder…” She shoves my head back down. My head connects with the floor with a loud thud and I swear, I begin to see stars swimming around my head. Jamie goes to the bench again and gingerly picks up a shiny object. It’s a – “It’s your trusty little blade, Laurel.” You got to be kidding me. It’s my blade. A gift from Helios when I first became Beta years ago.

Luntian walked closer and closer until she was in front of the Mayari Tabbu once again. “Mayari Tabbu, with you I entrust this blade…” She said, “...a Black Blade that remains unknown to how its made.” She handed over the blade that’s covered with a thick wool. “The village Shaman from where Accashia was born kept it hidden. And she used this blade to try to remove the mark from where Accashia was bitten.”

with a scream, Zephyr fought through the pain and opened his eyes and stared straight into the painting. “Blade, the weapon of the nobles, the greats, the kings! “Blade, the Lion of which that all follows. As elegant and free flow as water, as gentle and carefree as falling leaves, as powerful and mighty as the hills… none are greater than thee! “Earth-shatterer bows before your might, I bow before your might, help me find my true calling!” Zephyr stared at the painting, chanting to himself, “Blades, nay, swords, were my favorite weapon after all! Within this painting holds great Focus of the Blade, unrelenting and unforgiving.

The secret panel slid back out under my hand. The hellblades glowed before I even touched them, still reacting to Aziz unsettling presence, like sudden heartbeats of red. I lifted them free, one crescent for Eren, one for Pelin. “Take these,” I said. “Keep them on you wherever you go. Neither of you have what I have.” “What do you have?” Pelin asked softly. “Aziz,” I said. It tasted like a confession and a curse. The blades warmed their hands. Red bled into their eyes for a second, quick and eerie. Eren whistled under his breath. “They’re so glowy.”

Mist blade leapt into my grip—weightless, cold, alive. Shard flew from pedestal, slamming into the fuller. 47 hellebores merged—black silver weaving into mist steel. Progenitor hearts orbited, pulsing. Ruby heart sank into hilt—Remy’s coyote essence. Amethyst heart sank into guard—wolf-cousin bond. Crown HUD exploded: HELLEBORE BLADE 2.0 ACQUIRED │ ├─ Form: Katana / Mistblade ├─ Charge: 100% (spring-water)