Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

Diana raised her head with a sense of ego. Putting the plates in the sink, Lynette joined them sitting on the empty seat that was next to Aiden's. Hadrian glanced at her, clearing his throat. “I found a way to track the ancestral blade and I almost got myself killed.” Hadrian deadpanned. “How do we find it?” Aiden sighed while Lynette stroked his thighs. “We are going to Crescent Falls.” Hadrian announced with his hands up hoping that they would be elated, but Aiden seemed to be downhearted.

“The dagger’s calling me. I think I’ve seen where it is.” Silas crouched next to her. “Where?” She closed her eyes. The vision sharpened: a ruined chapel at the edge of the forest, moonlight spilling through a broken roof; a stone altar cracked down the middle. “The chapel near Black Hollow,” she whispered. “I used to go there as a child.” Mara’s eyes narrowed. “It’s a ruin now. Nobody goes there. Too many stories.” “That’s exactly why it would be hidden there,” Ava said. “The Keeper called it ‘the blade that broke the vow.’ If it’s the dagger from my visions, it’s been waiting.”

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The soil around him lay smooth, showing no signs of a struggle and no stray tracks. The blade was still in his chest. I recognized the hilt before I crouched beside him. Dark leather wrapped twice near the guard, a narrow line of silver set into the pommel. I had seen that knife once before, drawn in a room where no one needed to raise their voice to make a threat understood. Lucien did not leave weapons behind by mistake. The body had been left in plain view. It lay where anyone walking the river path would see it. The same path Nyxara took when she wanted distance from the yard.

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

Each stab avoided my critical organs. I begged him to let me go, but he said, "Didn't you say you would always be with me, my darling?" I tried to flee when he went to the bathroom, but he caught me. He forced me to the balcony while brandishing his knife; I left a vivid trail of blood from the living room to the balcony. Underneath the moonlight, he stared at my right hand like a starved beast. Ultimately, he swung the blade at me, stabbing me in the heart. Then, he shoved me off the balcony of our apartment, which was on the 20th floor.

Jeremy gasped behind me. “My lord…” he said, visibly shaken. I turned slowly, still holding the dripping sword. “What?” He swallowed and said carefully, “He didn’t… even get to show us the hideout.” I cleaned the blade with the edge of a white cloth, in slow and precise movements. “There’s no need.” Jeremy blinked, confused. “But—” “He already told us where the hideout is,” I said with a wicked smile. “The Sacred mountain. That’s all I needed to hear.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Then tell me how to stop it.” My mother’s face twisted with grief. “You can’t stop it, my son. But you can survive it.” The weight of her words settled deep in my bones. “We came to warn you,” my father said. “And to tell you… the blade.” I stiffened. The Silver Blade. My father’s gaze locked onto mine. “It’s in Kade’s hands.” Everything inside me went still. No. No, no, no. I had been searching for it, hunting for it. But Kade—