Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

” Harz said. “Do you know where Larz is?” Nyoman asked. “Don’t know, don’t care. Good night.” Harz said starting to sleep. “For crying out loud, but he’s got a point there. It’s gonna be a fair play.” Wayan said upset The 4 sages are watching the fray. “We are the Swordsman of the Stars! I”m Barz, the ox.” A man who wears a Viking helmet which horns look like sharp blades said.

I need to be near him. Part of me hesitates—it feels weird using something that probably wasn’t meant for me. But the rest of me is tired of feeling half-feral. I grab it. The blade glides easily over my skin as the water keeps running. I shave slowly, carefully, dragging the steel over every inch—legs, underarms, even my arms, and my private parts. There’s something intimate in the act, something sacred. Like I’m preparing for something I can’t name yet, but my body already knows.

He said. "It seems like the best idea right now but I know my brother, he isn't trustworthy." "From what I know and have heard about Blade, i'm pretty sure that he is a man of his word. If he makes an oath, I'm sure he wouldn't break it." "I know that, Harry and i've even tried to make him swear on it but he now claims to be Christian and sees swearing as 'ungodly'." Harrison's mouth quivered for some seconds and after he burst out into laughter. "You've got to be kidding! If Blade Ferguson is Christian, then I'm the pope."

The thought frustrated him, and he even felt the urge to slap himself twice. No, it was not too late. There was still time to make up for it. After a moment of thought, Baron reached into his storage ring and retrieved a long blade. The moment the blade appeared, a wave of killing intent filled the air. Chase instinctively tensed, momentarily suspecting that Baron intended to attack. His piercing gaze sent a shiver down Baron's spine, prompting him to quickly explain, "Mr. Collins, this is Greedy Wolf' one of the seven treasured blades of the Iron Mountain Sect. Please accept it."

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.”

They all looked at me like I was a lunatic – I was the one that was almost murdered. “How —” “Sanctity?” Jericho's voice held mine back. “Ohhhh, my cousin respects those. She always tells me to but you know what?” “What, Mr Salvatore?” Kaleb replied. Jericho reached into his coat and pulled out his two daggers, a mischievous grin forming on his face. “I'm a sucker for rules,” In a blink, he moved. He took down each of the armed men in the bar, cutting through them effortlessly as their blood painted the newly polished walls red.

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!”

"There is one way." Kael looked up. "What way?" "The Twin Blades can cut more than flesh. They can cut hatred itself." Silence fell. Kael frowned. "You mean..." "They can separate Lucien's soul from the abyss." Hope flickered across Seraphine's face. "But only if he accepts it." Everyone looked toward Lucien. He was barely standing. Darkness covered half his face. His heartbeat was becoming the heartbeat of the abyss once again. The monster inside him laughed. "He will never let go."

“Are you sure about that? But are you ready for me, you piece of demon crap?” “So much name calling.” Came a disembodied voice. Sage saw a black void in the corner of the bar. She watched as a person seemed to walk out of it. The next sound that Sage heard was a growl as Buddy tackled her. In his right hand was a blade that had ancient writing on the hilt. She knew that she had to get that blade away from him at any cost. Sage jumped off the floor in one fluid motion meet his first blow with force. She made sure that he landed hard on his knees. That only served to piss him off even more. She knew that she would have to dodge each blow he would deliver.