Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

"Hey! Dylan!" "Sir!" The barber and I shouted at the same time to wake him up. He seemed to be brought back to reality and quickly look the barbera to give a thumbs up and give a big tip to the staff of that shop. He seemed to really like my haircut, even though I did too.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“You don’t need to get hurt.” “No, you all don’t understand what’s happening!” Babe replied defensively as her voice got louder and louder. Suddenly, the infirmary door opened hard enough to slam against the wall behind it as a very angry Breed stood there, dressed in only a pair of jeans. “What the everlovin’ fuck is going on in here?” “Boss, Blade was using Babe to get free,” Brick growled out. “No, he wasn’t,” Babe assured everyone. “I came here tonight to ask him something but I swear, he didn’t ask me to free him… he didn’t.”

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

I took a sip from my cup again. “Drink up. You shouldn’t do it with your clear mind. If you are a good girl, I might even find you a third cock to fuck your mouth or your butt hole.” He offered. He took another cup from the bartender and downed it in one gulp. His eyes closed briefly before he shook his head and continued. “What are you giving him?” I asked the bartender, already noticing that Blade was halfway to being drunk. “Everclear, ma’am.” The bartender whispered. “He asked me to give you the strongest drink we have.”

I’d spared his life before, I won’t be so merciful this time. I picked up my phone. Scrolled to a contact I hadn’t used in years. Hit call. It rang twice. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was a deep baritone. “Rico Blade,” I chortled out his name. “I know it’s been a while but there’s someone I need you to handle for me. Stefan Lombardi. Bring him to me. Dead or alive.” There was a pause. Then a low chuckle. “You know I’m at your service, any day and anytime.”

Bram barreled down the stairs, gun raised, eyes flashing with alarm. He took in the scene in a heartbeat—the corpse, the pen, the blood streaking down the stone. His gaze snapped to Liora, wild with questions. “What the hell—” “He was waiting,” she said, voice raw, clipped. “He followed me up.” Bram’s jaw flexed as he lowered his weapon. He scanned the man’s coat, boots, the insignia barely visible on the inside lining. His curse was sharp. “Arbiters. Contract blade.”

Nayomi offered, moving to the other side of the bed so she would be able to observe my every move. "How do you know so much about magical blades?" Alpha Tristan asked, a genuine spark of hope finally igniting in his bloodshot eyes. "A personal secret, and one I intend to keep. Now hold still," I murmured, my voice becoming steady and professional despite the chaos in the room. This wasn't just a surgical procedure; it was a high-stakes battle against time, magic, and decay.