Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

"I'm not afraid. I gave my word I wouldn't harm any of your people, but I never promised that my followers won't attack you if I'm killed. So you see, Baal, one way or another, tonight you will die." Malcolm swallowed hard. He'd already figured as much. The prayers of one priest and three friends were not enough. God had abandoned him long ago. "Are you ready?" Stephan drew his sword. Malcolm drew his own sword. A gift from Van nilsen, it was razor sharp, the steel blade plated with pure silver. The hilt was steel and leather and fit perfectly in his hand. He swished the blade through the air and saluted Stephan. He allowed himself one last thought of Aya, then focused his mind on one thing

Seeing the lock on it, he gestured impatiently for Mardichi to turn the key so they could slide the metal bar and open it. They did all of that with relatively little sound. Cautiously peering out. I still stood in the corner like an idiot. Having no idea what was going on. Or what the devil a Noni is. Nor why it has two grown men acting like wary kittens. Sebastian pushed open the shutters and pointed downward. Mardichi walked purposefully to the counter and withdrew the biggest axe I’d ever seen in my life. But this one had dual blades on either side of the stock. Rusted in places from what I was certain was old blood stains.

The ceramic blade began to sink into the empty air. Inch by inch, the razor-sharp edge cut directly through the frequency of the barrier. The amber light illuminating the spherical room began to flicker violently, the images in the millions of mirrors distorting into jagged, terrifying digital glitches. Silas’s face melted into a horrific smear of grey pixels. Luciano’s mafia ghost vanished into a cloud of static. "The bread only rises if you let it breathe," I whispered through my grit teeth. The tip of the blade finally touched the solid glass of the cylinder.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

“Ride safe.” “Thanks.” I put the cash through the slot and smile. “You have a good day.” I put my helmet on to conceal my identity and pump the gas, then take off as quickly as I can. A few shopping centers away, I find a barbershop next to a deli that looks a little run down, but it will do the trick. “What can we do for you today?” The barber flicks the cape as he drapes it over me. “Short, please. No more blonde for me.”

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.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Vincenzo pulled out a white hand towel and cleaned up the blood on the knife before dropping it and picking up another one. My eyes widened a little as I saw the blade in his hands. Spyderco Matriarch. Vincenzo rarely used this blade on anyone because in his words 'he wouldn't waste his favorite blade on mere situations.' The blade was only ever seen when the boss was enraged. And I knew the moment was now. I could see that he was barely controlling his rage.

Could the Lambert Corporation be in trouble, and they were about to enter bankruptcy, so Young Master Lambert came to die? Finally, Jeremiah responded. He glared at Antigonus and smiled evilly. "Kid, you think too highly of yourself. Let me see how strong you are." Suddenly, he shouted out loud. With his right hand, he drew out a long saber. It was white in color, just like snow. It turned into a moving light as Jeremiah violently slashed toward Antigonus. Many of the audience screamed out of fear. "I… I think that's the long-lost Snow Shadow Crazy Blade."