Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

Facing her very serious and beautiful face, Arthur nodded in agreement. The four carefully moved to a small barber shop located on the corner of the street. This place was relatively quiet during the day because the owner's real purpose was not to cut hair. True to the nature of this town, the appearance was only a disguise. Alice had once witnessed with her own eyes the owner of this shop secretly dealing with his customers in a private room filled with weapons such as knives and swords. And, of course, there were secret slogans between them to easily identify which were ordinary customers and which were special customers. When the figure approached, the man with the long hair tied back sat

Blade smiled mischievously and wiped the blood off of his nose. “As you can see, these ones are feisty. They got me real good before I brought them here. If not for the potion you gave me, I’d have a harder time taking them but I’m telling you buddy, they are better than the previous pets I brought before,” Blade patted Garett’s shoulders and whispered, “One of them is a minister’s daughter, one of the most beautiful women in our kingdom. And the men? I’m sure the ladies would love them and bid a lot for them.”

The Heavenly Conquering Blade in his hand bloomed with a cold glint of bloodthirstiness. Tyr frantically chased after the guardians of the Sacred Association in a crazed fashion with his Nine Steps to Disorientation. The man in white who held the Sword of Grace also strode forward. A frightful frenzy had gradually overtaken their sanity. There was now only one thought in their minds—to kill. Soon, Tyr caught up to one of the guardians of the Sacred Association. The guardian’s countenance was filled with horror when he turned around. Tyr had already raised the Heavenly Conquering Blade in his hand and brought it down upon him with a single slash. The guardian of the Sacred Association did not

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Warning ,he threw the blood filled knife on to the floor and walked out . The guard's assembled around bowed humbly at their boss . His terrific and scary aura , Depicted revealing another shade of their master . Maybe , Norman Blade. A responsible and matured husband .

"Alright lad. Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Bladesmith. I'm the Lycan in charge of this village's armory and I'm also the weapon master instructor." Kirou then grabbed his hand and shook it. "Greetings Bladesmith. My name is Kirou and I'm a new Weapon Master recruit. Please instruct me." "Very good lad. Since that old man sent you here and you were patient enough to allow me to finish crafting this knife, allow me to gift it to you." Bladesmith then retrieved the knife and passed it to Kirou. Kirou raised an eyebrow but accepted the knife nonetheless.

" Slaughter walked in feeling himself as she jumped around with his childish body. Seeing him, Blade peed on his pants. He's heard about this man with a little body called Slaughter and heard that he was solely loyal to Alejandro. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would fall into his arms someday. Swing as Slaughter moved all over the place happy that he was about to cut parts of a human's body, Blade couldn't help but shiver in fright. "This man right here said he's Blade. I just want to be sure he's not sharper than the blades in your hands right now." Alejandro said as though he was having a normal conversation causing Blade's eyes to widen.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Then he would be in a much better position to control and return some of King Lincoln’s old laws into the kingdom. Feeling better with his plan now in place within his mind, Blade walks into his bathroom strips his clothes and steps into the shower as he turns on the water. He cleans the grim off of his body from the travel, then once done he gets out dries off and dresses in one of his more appealing Alpha robes before heading back to Xana’s office.

As promised, I quickly send Jake a message that I'm on my way home now. "You're fast", I chuckle seeing Jake already standing in front of my door. "Couldn't wait to see you. By the way, your packet with these angel blades has just arrived." "Thank fuck, we really need them, to make it perfect", Jake laughs and shakes his head about my enthusiasm. "By the way they are called seraph blades." "Whatever, main thing is we look smashing together. By the way I love your real hair colour, but to my surprise this looks really good on you too."