Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

Berfomet whispered. She pulled her hand back as the blade grew silent appeased with her choice they explained that with the Terra Breaker sword being birthed in the forge of the largest spiritual well on Ren’veil. The blade was teeming with enough life energy to be considered a living being the first of many to come known as the living blades. Despite the large inconvenience, it would cause the Demon to perform such a task. Berfomet permitted their request to allow the Terra Breaker to be baptized per Vai’lein’s traditions and customs.

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

However, we stopped dead in our tracks as soon as we saw the knife in Lenore’s hand. It was a Dragon Blade. That knife was infused with magic that can easily kill a human and poison a dragon to the point of death. It has been forbidden in Naga and many tribes for nearly two decades for that very reason. Possession was punishable by lashing and imprisonment or banishment after the knife was supposedly confiscated and destroyed. However, Avery reacted and ran before we could do anything; but I was going to do something. I pretended that I didn't see what just happened because I felt that was the best way to keep Avery safe until I could punish Jessica and her friends, “There you all are. The G

I was the one tasked with finding and helping Rosie. And I will, even if it breaks her heart. Pulling out my athame, the one I received from the previous coven leader, I send my will into it. This blade has been to battle before. Usually, a sacred blade is only used in the preparation of spells and rituals, but occasionally it can be utilized as a tool in the battle against the darkness, divine forces guiding the hand of those chosen to fight. The blade glows brightly in the moonlight as I seek the blessing of the Goddess. Keeping the blade low and pointed to the ground, I conceal it along my leg, hoping it remains unnoticed until it is too late.

The golden threads added a touch of elegance to the personal offering. Meanwhile, Bryan contemplated where he would gather his lock of hair. With his short hair, the decision was not as straightforward. After careful consideration, he settled on his temple, as it was easily accessible and allowed for precise use of the dagger. Bryan gathered a handful of hair, holding it steady while he meticulously shaved the left side of his head from the hairline to just above his ear. With each precise stroke of the dagger, his hand skillfully removed the hair, until the handful came free. Taking a moment to clean the dagger by gently wiping its sides on his fin, Bryan placed it back in the box.

“You look like you actually have one.” “You just cut off my beard,” Thaelen said through his teeth because the barber was still finishing the job. The barber’s eyes jerked up from his scissors and flicked between Thaelen to Sigrid, before hastily finishing up, using his brush to dust the stray hairs from Thaelen’s shirt, before retreating into the group of servants who attended them. “Well, I ordered it done,” she corrected, smugly. “It was overgrown.”

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

Even though I am not a supernatural being, one day I will hunt Ramos down and make him pay for this. With a resolute mind, I rummage through the drawers till I locate a sales razor blade. Bingo! This will have to do. I take the methylated spirit I find in the same drawer and rub a generous amount on my neck. After which I grit my teeth and start peeling my skin off. I do know that the neck is quite sensitive but I am left with no choice. Lucky for me, the mark is more prominent on the crook of my shoulder. Where the neck and the shoulder meet.