Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

Serros said coldly. A silence fell again. Then Amaria asked quietly, “Will you help us?” Serros smiled, but it was anything but kind. “Oh, I’ll help. But you know me—I never come cheap.” Raziel’s wings flared. “Name your price.” Serros’s smile widened. “I want one of the sacred blades from the Vault of Origin.” Shouts erupted. “Absolutely not!” “You’re insane!” “That blade is bound to our history!” “You would corrupt it!”

“It is a dangerous, sacred place where death itself has been said to originate.” “And that’s where you guys get the material for your blades, right?” Kat asked. “The ones that suck souls?” “Correct.” Thisbe nodded, grudgingly impressed. “So you know some of our lore. You see, those blades are rare. It could be the reason why King Aristide has been sending scouts there, but he has been sending a lot of people to a lot of places as well. The ones with us in this mission—he sent them too.” Calix, who had been looking around the area and watching out for anything peculiar, snapped into attention. “How did he know of this mission? Aldonra has kept it a secret. My mission to get Kat was a secret.

“It was ring toss.” “A sacred contest.” “According to whom?” “Me.” “That does not make it sacred.” “It does to me.” We stopped at a cider cart long enough for me to buy a paper cup dusted with cinnamon. Brax bought a skewer piled with enough meat to qualify as a structural hazard. He took one bite and pointed toward the next game. The strength tower rose above the surrounding booths, painted with climbing silver moons. A crescent-shaped bell hung at the top, and a heavy wooden mallet rested beside the platform.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

Holding hands, Dawn and Malachi stood opposite one another. Elder Raymond announced, "We are here today to honor these two as they embark on their path to becoming mates. Mates are sacred, a unique connection bestowed upon us by our revered moon goddess. Our devotion to the Moon goddess will be challenged, and we are expected to accept our destined mates. This is a gift we should treasure always during our time on Earth. Malachi Edwards, do you accept Dawn Black as your lifelong mate, to hold dear and cherish from this moment forward? “I do,” Malachi said.

Lucas sighed silently. 'Why does no one believe in what I said?' "Spit it out! Why are you here?" Camden stared hard at Lucas. Lucas smiled. Before he could speak, a disciple ran in and shouted to Camden. "Leader, the zombies are attacking the city!" The main mountain of Sword Ancestry was the Sword Mountain, and it was located within Sword City which had tons of citizens. Hearing the news, the Ten Great Mountain Owners and the leader of Sword Ancestry, Camden, were stunned.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

All of that struggle, pain, and sacrifice finally had gotten him this treasure of a paper in his pack. Boro found himself turning from a crying Nila. He walked away from the academy town and made his way westward. He had heard that the hermit sword master, Tutija Hutton, was living in the mountainous region of Galaos, Gladous. Rumors said that a man carrying a pale white blade had been spotted some years ago traveling that way. It wasn't much to go on but if it had even the smallest grain of truth in it he would go. Tutija is currently the greatest of the living sword masters in Galaos, at least according to all those who know anything about sword skills. He could be the only person to train

asked Stefan crossing his arms as Savanah joined him, face wet from water. “Mmhm.” Said Sekora nodding her head vehemently. “Good because the next sword, matter of fact, the final sword we must find is the Power sword. Retorted Stefan. “Where is it?” asked Sekora. “It’s in Solaria.” Stefan replied. They all then ported to Solaria to find the Power sword.

"Contracts, curses, blood oaths, possession, any form of supernatural bondage can be cut with this blade." "So it can break Melvanie's contract." Hope surges in my chest, bright and painful. "It can. But there's a complication." Of course there is. "What complication?" "The blade has been lost for centuries. The last confirmed sighting was in the Temple of the Ancients, but that temple was destroyed fifty years ago during the Great Pack War. Most scholars believe the blade was destroyed with it." The hope in my chest snaps like a worn rope. "So we're fucked."