Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

“It was ring toss.” “A sacred contest.” “According to whom?” “Me.” “That does not make it sacred.” “It does to me.” We stopped at a cider cart long enough for me to buy a paper cup dusted with cinnamon. Brax bought a skewer piled with enough meat to qualify as a structural hazard. He took one bite and pointed toward the next game. The strength tower rose above the surrounding booths, painted with climbing silver moons. A crescent-shaped bell hung at the top, and a heavy wooden mallet rested beside the platform.

Caleb's eyes flashed like a sword's age while his aura intensified with a rumble. He glanced at his black greatsword which was inscribed with the words Dharmic Cutter! Sil Crawford had given it to him when he left Calebton, and Sil told him to wield it only after the Guardian couldn't be wielded anymore. And just before, Shar's Rain of Swords shattered the Guardian, so he took out the Dharmic Cutter! "This really suits me, Elder Sil… You really know me best!" Caleb growled under his breath and slashed forward!

Comments flew across the screen so fast that they blurred. "Holy! Noelle, your head's bleeding! Who did that to you?" "Jerome's other home? What do you mean? I just came from his finance livestream. He literally said he was heading home to have dinner with you tonight!" "Who's that woman? She's acting like she owns the place! I know this bar. It's new. I heard that Jerome's the owner." "Wait. That woman said her husband is the owner of that bar. So… is she Mrs. Callen?"

His fingers tremble and so does my breath. "Are you sure?" he whispers. I nod, voice stuck in my throat. "Just... don’t let go." His eyes close briefly, as if anchoring himself. "Never." Rowan hands him the ceremonial blade; silver, curved, engraved with runes that glimmer under the moonlight. The sight of it makes my stomach twist. Hold up... Nobody told me this part. Am I supposed to slice myself open? Can I back out now?? I start mentally panicking now.

The air crackled with unspoken animosity as they engaged in a tense, emotional banter, the weight of past grievances and unspoken conflicts hanging heavily between them. As the conversation reached a fever pitch, Satan's chilling words cut through the air like a blade, informing Asmo that he was right at the door. In a swift and calculated motion, Asmo summoned his "Saber," a formidable weapon that served as the extension of his very being. The blade materialized, its form reminiscent of a dark, solidified storm cloud, crackling with an otherworldly energy that bespoke its deadly purpose.

"So, if there's any grudge, settle it with them. Please don't involve us!" They desperately tried to distance themselves from Prospera Corporation. Before they could finish, Blade casually drew a dagger from his waist and slit an old man's throat. Blood gushed out as life fled his body. "Fuck it! I'm killing you old bastards! Do you think I didn't see what happened earlier? Bunch of turncoats! If Frederick and everyone else find you annoying, so do I!" Blade then declared impatiently, "If none of you have any connections with the company, you can all die!"

He stepped forward immediately, face contorted in a livid scowl as he struck the Reverend who defended with crossed cracked veils twice in annoyed rage. The High blade attacked with another Most Reverend in toll, forcing Berlak back just as the priest’s veils shattered under the blow and Berlak’s sword bit into the flesh of his shoulder. Surprisingly, Berlak took his sword with him as he was forced back, ripping the inflicted wound apart and leaving a far messier cut than it should have been.

The voices called again, I looked to see Damon had transformed, his black wolf's fangs deep into the throat of the attacker. “Sera!” I jumped looking around for the source of the voice as the chaos started to fade from view. “You half-breed slut!” I looked up to see a scraggly-looking man holding a knife pointed at me. My breathing increased as I raised my hands. He laughed before bringing it down towards my stomach. I instinctively shielded my stomach with my hands screaming in agony as the blade went straight through my skin. Damon howled as other wolves followed, I watched with tears streaming as the man turned around brandishing the knife to the other wolves stopping them from coming any

They then burst into laughter, heard my explanation. "Thank you," I avoided. “Next time.” "Reverence," Big K teased. If it just once to paid my reverence, okay then. I grabbed the glass, then immediately drank it down. To increase the sensation in my throat, I grabbed the cigarette pack. I took one stick, lit it, sucked it in, and blew it slowly. After that, Santos borrowed my guitar and then started working on it. Then, Big K continued his critics about the Saltyville eviction plan by the government. Saltyville was where the Saltyroth-Dolly bordello complex lies. Santos and Cole nodded in agreement, while I did not know anything.