Treasured Blades Novels & Stories

"The full moon gatherings are boring without you." I smiled, hugging her tightly. "I promise. I’ll come visit… and maybe this time, I’ll actually keep up with the dancing." Just then, Blade walked up, a small carved wooden wolf cradled in his hand. "I made this for you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "It’s from our training ground tree. A reminder that strength doesn’t always come from muscle." I accepted the gift gently, my fingers tracing the intricate details. "Thank you, Blade. It’s beautiful. Tell Selena and little Marian I’ll miss them too."

A large emerald was set at its center, shining deep green like the heart of a forest. Seris’s voice lowered reverently. “This isn’t just any blade. It’s a relic—powerful, ancient. It never leaves its master unless it chooses to pass on. And apparently, it chose you.” I turned the knife over carefully, feeling the cold bite of the edge as it nicked my palm, drawing a drop of blood. The blade was sharp enough to pierce bone, yet somehow beautiful—dangerous, yes, but captivating. Just then, a cheerful laugh interrupted our moment.

The ripping away of her jeans followed his statement as he now stared down at her shirt. Kanda’s chest was heaving with her panicked breathing. He cannot be serious! He HAS done gone plumb crazy! He titled his head as though an idea just came to him. Then he dropped the scissors to the floor. Reaching down, he grabbed a good amount of shirt in his fist and tugged it completely from her body. A satisfied look then came over his face. “I always wanted to try that. It was a lot easier than I thought. Just like, how is it you would put it? ‘Like a hot knife through butter’.”

They would heal, if they lived long enough. I turned my eyes to the weapons. Each one lay upon black cloth, meticulously polished, arranged like a lover’s gift. Scythes curved like crescent moons. Blades etched with blood-runes designed to cut deeper, burn longer. Axes heavier than a man’s torso. Spears tipped with obsidian fangs. I remembered the way my heart had thundered as a boy when I saw those same weapons gleam under torchlight. I had wanted nothing more than to touch them, to claim one as my own.

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

"Let's see if you can escape from me," Brett asked while looking around him. There are eight small blades in his hands. He considers these as his new favorite toys since he bought them from an auction in New York. The eight blades are made from high qualiy stone and they are worth million dollars. Brett only brought these treasures because he wanted to show these off to Adam and Chandler later. But it seems he'll use them as his weapon this time.

Serros said coldly. A silence fell again. Then Amaria asked quietly, “Will you help us?” Serros smiled, but it was anything but kind. “Oh, I’ll help. But you know me—I never come cheap.” Raziel’s wings flared. “Name your price.” Serros’s smile widened. “I want one of the sacred blades from the Vault of Origin.” Shouts erupted. “Absolutely not!” “You’re insane!” “That blade is bound to our history!” “You would corrupt it!”

(Meanwhile, the bats twittered, delightfully. Both of their movements are quick and precise. Each time Jin brought the Sanscrofts’ most prized blade down upon his kin, his enemy, he focused even more. His sword had been built in the finest of this kingdom’s smithies from an era long since passed, a treasure that was considered even beyond the royal family’s sword. It had centuries to improve upon it; an ancient demon had supposedly met its end upon this very blade. The combination of mastery and his own efforts created an unbreakable blade, a blade that clashed and bogged down upon the man that took his princess, his lover’s life.

"But what are these resources you meant?" The leader of the Travis Tribe grinned at them as he leaned back. "We are the Blacksmiths of Karhan. The blades of the Travis are impenetrable, and sturdy. If you allow us to make you a fine blade, then you will become unbeatable." Dana stared at the Travis leader with her finger intertwined under her chin. She closed her eyes and stood, her hands pressed on the table. Dana's hands reached for her sword and they tensed when she pulled out the blade of the Blood Star. A black blade with sharp double edges despite the many battles it faced. It made a whirring noise when she pulled it out of its silver sheath.