Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

Each warrior exuded strength, and I felt a chill go down my spine. Among them, one moved ahead. His stance was tight with power, and he was taller than the others. "Turn back," he said in a gravelly voice. "You have no place here." Shaun's shoulders were squared. "The Sacred Blade is what we seek." There was a quiet murmur among them. The leader's gaze became strained. "This isn't your blade." With a pounding heart, I took a step forward. "Please. We need it. The Crimson Alpha is becoming more powerful. Nothing will remain if we don't stop him right now.

“That doesn’t matter. All you need to do is tell me where to find it.” “It’s not that easy. The Arctic Blade can’t be acquired, it has to be earned,” Merida told us. “It’s said to be one of the most searched for treasures of the world. Not only vampires but all sorts of species go after it, but so far, no one had been able to find it. Some have even died trapped in the ice Caves of Kamatayan, where it lies on a river that flows through the caves. It’s said to be a sacred sword that had been created by the Gods as a gift to the mages. However, when it fell into the wrong hands, killing hundreds of innocent lives, the Gods locked it up in the middle of a river that has been flowing for centuri

He neglected to mention I'd be tuned to every frequency simultaneously. I stumble toward the crib, both hands finding the post where the Phantom Blade is hidden. The wood feels different under my fingers—I can hear the grain, the microscopic tension of the fibers against the mounting screws, the faint acoustic memory of every hand that has touched it. Then Marcus Vane's voice cuts through, as clear as if he were leaning over my shoulder. He's in the security sub-level. I can hear the specific echo of the server racks framing his words.

She limped after them, every step reminding her that she was a prisoner in an enemy’s den. The study was a war room, its heart dominated by a table strewn with maps and papers. At the far end, a glass case held a gnarled chunk of silver—the famous Moon Goddess’s Blade, or what was left of it after the murder. The air here smelled of blood and candle wax. Lysander moved to the map, tracing a line with his finger. “This is the temple. Here, the sanctum where the ceremonial knife was kept. The wards—” he tapped a small icon, “—are triple-reinforced. No ordinary thief could have bypassed them.”

Him. "Okay. Let's go." She followed him down the hall. He stalked toward an elevator, his cape fluttering behind him. "There's an underground chamber here at Baal corporation, completely lined with silver. No vampire can teleport through its walls. You'll be safe there." "Oh." Aya stood in front of the elevator, staring at the down button. "I guess silver is like your kryptonite?" "Yes." The elevator doors opened. Malcolm held them open and motioned sharply for her to enter.

Her eyes wandered around the place and unintentionally stopped on a knife that was floating on the water. "The Blade?" Amethyst aired as she limped towards the knife. Her mother's voice had stopped whispering to her. For some reason, Amethyst began recalling days when her mother used the same knife called The Blade to perform her rituals. Her memories quickly exposed themselves right in her eyes and she recalled when Wendell told her about the Blade not only that, but she also recalled all the details she read in the Book Of Spells. "It's…it's for the sacrifice! My sacrifice! This is where everything will happen. The devil will rise from the ground right under the tree of life!" Amethyst blu

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

I said softly and Grace patted my cheek and told me to just swing it around with my intention and the blade would do the rest. "You'll have to at least ask Sagon to go with you. He's been to all the realms being the former left hand and can direct you," Mortas said firmly and I grunted. I hugged my mother, daughter, and Grace, telling them I was going and to wish me triumph. Mortas grinned and nodded at me holding Grace's sword as I thought of Sagon and appeared before him in hell. He was standing with Lucifer and both of them looked at me oddly with Grace's sword in hand. I quickly explained what was going on and Lucifer's eyes narrowed.

“Artifacts don’t just get up and walk away.” Sybil’s gaze drifts toward the trees beyond the clearing. “This one did. And it’s closer to us.” That sentence settles into my stomach like a stone. I stand slowly. “What exactly are we looking for?” Sybil tilts her head slightly, like she’s listening to something none of us can hear. “..A blade,” she says quietly. Luther straightens. “A sword?” “No.” She lifts her hand and holds it about the length of her forearm. “Shorter.”