Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

The blacksmith smiled at her, as she stared transfixed at what was in his hands. As though it were an extension of his body, a blade of steel was protruding from his dark palm, and growing in length. Sephora was fascinated and almost wanted to vomit at the same time. It was like watching a sword eater regurgitating a blade from his mouth, only this time it was coming out of his hand. Sephora tried to ignore the phantom slice of pain that followed, as she imagined it. Ambrose chuckled from beside her. Sephora looked up to glare at her mate, he knew what she'd been imagining. She playfully elbowed him in the ribs. Ambrose grinned and this time the blacksmith released a huff of amusement, just

He yelled as kept dodging her strikes "IT'S ME!!" He added but it was like she couldn't hear what he was saying, she just kept swinging her blade at him like she had the intent to kill him. An ominous figure whatched it play through a screen in an unknown location. "How will you get out of this?" "You can't save yourself if you stay" "You can't save her if you run" "Can you bring yourself to attack someone you love?" SHIN SEKAI SECRET: The blade of Obgun'abali has the ability to change it's level of sharpness depending on who or what it wants to cut.

“Mercy, my Lord—please… I didn’t—” I lifted a hand, silencing him. “Enough.” Jared froze where he stood, chest heaving, eyes still burning with the instinct to kill. “It’s fine,” I muttered, wiping the blood from my chin with a towel. “He made a mistake, not a statement.” The barber’s shoulders shook with relief as he crawled back to his tools. “T-thank you, my Lord.” “Finish your work,” I said simply, and he obeyed, trembling hands steadying themselves as the razor returned to my skin.

We stayed silent for a while as we wound down the streets of Moon City, the night life shown in the bar lights streaming through the skies. "What is the blade that he was talking about?", I asked after a while of silence. "The blade is an ancient weapon that can be used to kill young vampires", Jacob responded, his eyes focused on the road, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel. "Young vampires?", I pondered. Did he mean people like Kane? "Do you mean newly turned?", I asked. "The ones that just underwent the change?"

Between the buckles, there was a long sword several feet long that glinted under the light. Sebastian had seen many things in his lifetime, but even he couldn't resist raising an eyebrow. The sword was named Purity, and it was a sacred weapon that had been made with great care by Owen Geller, a renowned blacksmith. Even an expert who was in the Celestial stage wouldn't be able to withstand the blade of this sacred weapon. "Thank you, Madam Dragon." Sebastian was very satisfied with his unexpected gain. "Mr. Ballard, the scabbard of this sword is actually the belt of the legendary gold-spun armor. Even bullets won't be able to penetrate it," Blake whispered in Sebastian's ear.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Black handle, black blade, and engraved along the spine, clean and precise, S. I hold it up and examine it. "This is my name," I say. He stares at me. "This is literally my name. It says S. S for Sadism. I'm the Grim Reaper." I turn the blade in the light. "This is clearly mine. Where's the phone?" "My brother has it." Through his teeth. "He took it. I don't have it. Stop. Touching." Each word arriving separately, with effort. "My. Tail." He makes a sound that is half fury and half something he's trying to keep below the surface, and his tail catches my wrist on the backswing.

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.

“Yes. Do it anyway.” He reached into his coat and produced a small, ceremonial blade. The handle was simple silver; the edge gleamed. “We don’t need a priest,” he said. “Or a pack elder. This is between us. And—” he nodded toward the statue “—whatever is listening, if anything.” He turned the blade and drew it lightly across his palm. Just enough to bead a line of red. He offered it to Rian, who took it with slightly shaking fingers and did the same.

“To create viable evidence.” “No,” I shake my head. This is a custom-made, one of a kind blade with only two others in circulation and he expects me to just leave it here? A two thousand one hundred dollar blade? No way, I would rather do time and snuggle it in. “I’m not leaving it here.” I tell him, “Use yours.” “Mine is a different make, Ale.” Alessio sighs. “How the hell did you even get that one?” I shrug, “I know a guy.”