Sacred Blade Barber Novels & Stories

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

Instantly, it dawned on Sheera that it was a blade. "It's a Wic'ca blade," he confirmed. "And I'll gladly cut you open with this if you dare to cum. You can feel the pleasure, Sheera. See the gates of Elysium. But know you shall never step in. If you dare to release on me, I shall dig this blade deep into your chest and carve out your heart." He dipped the tip into her chest, earning a whimper from her. "You should know I love to cut people open," his tone was darker. "And I shall gladly do same to you."

“Why are you being so damn clingy?” His eyes widened, genuinely startled. “I am being professional.” “Professional my ass.” He hesitated, then stepped back. “I will wait here.” Scarlet forced a smile. She did not go to the toilet. The moment she rounded the corner, she lifted her hand and waved down a cab outside Blackwoods Academy. As she slid into the backseat, her pulse thundered. Blade is being fishy. Too attentive. Too curious. And worst of it all...not doing his task, which helps to avenge the Lycan’s death. Because who the fuck warrior convinces his fellow warrior to stay back...away from the battlefield....Fishyyyy.

The congregation remained blissfully unaware. But I wasn’t. He knew that I knew. And now he was drawing the boundary publicly. “A priest,” he continued calmly, “does not belong to himself. His life is not his own. His heart is not his own. He has given it.” A soft murmur of reverence moved through the pews. I felt something twist painfully in my chest. Given. “As have many of you,” he added, widening the net to keep the congregation unaware. “Marriage. Parenthood. Service. Every sacred calling requires sacrifice.”

Swooosh! The blade with a blue glow was swung forward without any hesitation. The Zephyr Slash was pulled off once again! It was a simple and straightforward cut but packed with massive damage! “Your swordsmanship has already been perfected, Mr. Akano. If you manage to kill this man, you shall be crowned as the Shindan Way’s Sword Saint!” Sakura Miyamoto calmly said while admiring the battle. Taro Akano’s courage increased exponentially. The blade in his hand was filled with a menacing aura.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

The blade is serrated, and I notice three notches missing as I bend down closer to look at it. “Fucking shit.” I mutter. “What?” a healer asks. “Serrated. And it’s damaged.” My heart sinks, thinking there may be loose silver pieces lingering in his now gushing neck wound. He takes his gloved hand and grabs the blade, moving closer to the light to get a better look at it.

I don't feel the need to skin his furry ass for even looking at her the way I'm supposed to. "Reed, stop staring so damn hard, " Castiel laughs, "Your eyes are flashing all white and It's freaking people out," as he adds the last part I blink and my vision goes normal, the tints of white and black fading as I reel my other side in. "Shut up." "It's her, right?" He asks, clearly not shutting the fuck up as I try to hear whatever dad joke Kaito Matsumo, the royal fae adviser cooked up this time to use as a pick-up line on my fucking mate.

Alpha Remington starts, "Good evening pack, tonight is a special night. Tonight, Alpha Douglass and I will induct these three men into the Alpha position. Alpha Remington stepped aside as Alpha Douglass approached the front and announced, “It's time for the ceremony to start; hand over the knife. Alpha Douglass and Alpha Remington went to a table. There was a goblet on the table, and a man with a knife in his hand. The boy approached Alpha Douglass on stage and presented the knife to him. Alpha Douglass called out, "Gentlemen, come forward.” With a nod, the men approached the table. Alpha Remington commenced, “Gentlemen, as you assume the position of Alpha, do you vow to offer protection, ex