Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

Heat ignites in my gut like a wildfire, rushing through my veins like molten lava, my heart rate speeding up as I start hyperventilating, my knees buckling, eyes tearful but I don't let the saline fall. I stagger back on my wobbling legs. Disbelief coating my features. I have four mates. This is the only confirmation I need and think of before I use my vampire speed and zip through the broken double doors not knowing but anticipating and already loathing what the future held for me. My fate is already sealed as I take a quick look at the mark.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

She looked lost, and I was not even sure if she understood what Lucy was telling her or if she had any idea what was about to happen. “No matter what happens, do not lower the shield protecting Blade and Thalia,” I told Patrea, and she nodded her head. Blade hugged me one more time before he moved away and stood more than ten meters in front of me. My eyes darted to Dalton, who was lying two feet away from me. I opened my hands and raised them, summoning my runes from my bedroom and the ancient dagger that was hidden in my cabin. As well as other things I needed for the ritual tonight.

"This blade was carved from the Tree of Death. It's the only known material that can kill the beings born from the Tree of Life." Giving the knife one final twist, Lucien ripped it from Seraph's chest and laughed as he fell to the ground.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

she lied as her lips quivered. I guided her toward the kitchen anyway with my palms firm on her shoulders. “Go breathe,” I murmured. “Two minutes. Then you help me and Uncle with the regular” She blinked fast, nodded, and disappeared behind the kitchen door. Eren exhaled. “We can’t leave the hellblades out. If anyone else walks in…” “I know.” I pulled the cabinet’s inner panel, sliding open a secret drawer. The crescent blades pulsed in the dim light lighting up the drawers sides. The panel slid back with a soft click and the eerie light vanished.

The wound from Lucien’s cursed blade wasn’t just bleeding, it was corrupting her soul. “We need to move,” Scarlet said, voice sharp, trembling. “The blade’s poison is spreading; if we don’t act now, we’ll lose her.” “Where do we go? We don’t have the resources to treat that wound out here,” Olivia said, already scanning the tree line for threats. “We can’t stay here much longer, and we can’t take her back to the castle.” “There’s a sanctuary,” Scarlet said, eyes darting to Richard. “North of here. Old ruins beneath the frozen cliffs. It's hidden, warded. My family once used it as a refuge, and there are supplies I could use to stabilize them.”

A droplet of blood fell from her fingertip and landed on it. In that instant, the Soul-Summoning Plaque transformed into a blade invisible to the human eye. Nyx, standing nearby, gasped as if under sudden pressure, and across the realms, spirits—both on the mortal realm and Netherrealm—shuddered in response. The sword's unseen ripples echoed through the earth. Even the high officials of the Netherrealm covered their ears, exchanging shocked glances. Clearly, this was no ordinary tool. Indeed, a blade capable of severing fortune was no common artifact. The Netherrealm didn't just feel its presence—it reached the heights of Mount Dracotigris, where even seasoned cultivators paused in awareness

Hyacinth was also in the Vaughn mansion for the past few days, trying her hardest to locate Scarlett by using her belongings for locator spells but none of them had worked so far, she kept telling us that they must have an elder masking Scarlett’s scent because a sorcerer wouldn’t have been able to do so this well. Everyday was more frustrating than the last, but as long as I knew she was alive through the bond, I kept hoping that we’d find her. “If she’s not in the city, then where the hell did those bastards take her?” Alex slammed a fist into the desk in my study, causing the edge to crack from the intensity. “She has to be in the city,” Blake said, springing to his feet, “the sacrifice w