Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

The silver hair bloomed under the faint moonlight peeping through the leaves, reflecting pale light like threads of metal. I could not see his face clearly, but the sight of his broad back alone made my breathing hitch slightly. My heart started hammering inside my chest. "Don't fall in love," Moon warned. "I am not," I whispered quickly, though my pulse refused to calm down. My attention immediately shifted to his wound. A dagger had been driven deep into his back shoulder. The blade glinted faintly beneath the moonlight. Even from this distance, I could recognize the dull gray coating along the metal.

“Lyra is evacuating everyone to secondary locations. The canyon was always meant to be temporary. Now we move to the real base. The one even Morgana cannot find.” “And after that?” I asked. “After that, you tell us about this Sacred Grove. Because clearly, we need you at full power. And we need you there fast.” I looked between Kael and Alpha Bloodmoon. Two powerful Alphas willing to risk everything to help me. Willing to fight an ancient witch and her demon army. I was not alone anymore. Not even close. “The Sacred Grove is three weeks north,” I said. “And according to the Moon Shadow, the journey will probably kill me. But if I survive, I will gain the power to end this. To close Morgana’s

A sacred blade was placed in his hands. If his soul was still pure, the blade would remain silver. If he was corrupted—if any part of him still belonged to the ancient evil— The blade would turn black. Daniel exhaled slowly. His fingers tightened around the hilt. For a moment, nothing happened. Then— The blade flickered. It pulsed, shifting between silver and black, like it couldn’t decide. The council stiffened. Rigel’s breath caught. “Daniel—” Daniel squeezed the blade harder. “Stay silver.”

he instructed, his voice steady but firm. His team immediately complied, scanning the surgical site with careful precision. Every vessel had to be examined, every stitch secure. Even the slightest uncontrolled bleed could turn into a catastrophe. Marcus observed as his assistants moved efficiently, scanning for leaks, ensuring that no silent danger lurked beneath the surface. The seconds stretched, but soon, the verdict was in—no active bleeding. The bypass held perfectly. It was time to close.

No words could even describe the utter shock Liam was experiencing at that moment. He stared, dumbstruck, at the letter in his hands, unable to believe how naive he had been. His grandfather was right; there was far more to this world than he could even begin to imagine! The Dragon Blade that his grandfather had mentioned in his letter, he had heard of from Elder Norton himself, but he had no idea where the sword had been hidden until now. Who would have thought that all this while, it was being kept in a secret hiding spot underneath the Crystal Elegance Palace!

Betrayed her in front of the very council that once worshipped her. She had no choice but to fight him. And the only weapon that could end him,the only thing ancient enough to kill a being born of shadow and fire,was the Moonblade, the sacred sword forged by the first Luna and blessed by the Goddess herself. But just when she needed it most… it vanished. Stolen. And to this day, no one knows where it is. Without the sword, she couldn't destroy him. All she could do was seal him away—deep in the ruins of the Fallen Valley, bound by her own blood magic. It took everything she had.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.