Sacred Blade Location Novels & Stories

~ Ryder ~ Blade led the way. We didn’t need maps. We didn’t need questions. He knew exactly where we were going. Back to the same building we had just left. But this time… it didn’t feel the same. Lucious had a hidden room. A sealed part of the building only he could access. The kind of place that didn’t exist on records or cameras. The kind of place made for things that were never meant to be seen. Blade stopped in front of a hidden metal door at the far end of the basement corridor — sleek, electronic, and clearly built to stay secret.

Being able to do this while my teachers rot in hell with Titus Lancaster was another victory I ought to celebrate. Our first destination turned out to be a beach. “I will create a portal in the castle which would lead you to this place. This is a private property. When you want to shift and run, just open the door and you’ll find this place. Unless necessary, don’t shift in front of others again, Katniss. I don’t want anyone else seeing your naked body,” Blade said after taking off his helmet. Smiling, I turned to him. “Are you jealous?” His expression darkened. “If I’m jealous, those men who saw you naked would have been shredded to pieces by now. Since they are still alive, it means whatev

“You must find the sword. The ancient blade, forged from the blood of Varya Ashmoon. It is the only weapon that can end the black wolf, once and for all.” My heart stumbles. “Where is it?” “In the north,” he breathes. “Hidden in the temple beyond the frozen peaks. Only there will you find it. Only there will you stand a chance.” I lean closer, desperate, clinging to every word. “What temple? Tell me everything. Tell me how to find it.” His eyes shift, flicker, like he’s reaching for something deeper. His lips part— And then the sound of boots thunder in the corridor. The door crashes open, slamming against the wall. Shouts echo through the chamber, steel scraping against steel.

James asked, “What’s this Mound of Sabers like, Sir?” Yoan shook his head and said, “I’m not from the Ancient Clan, so how would I know?” At that moment, Thoryn’s voice rang out again. “I must remind everyone that the Mound of Sabers is our clan’s holy site. Powerful Sword Intent is accumulated there, and those without strong will won’t be able to pass through the area. If you find yourself unable to get past, don’t force it, or else you might lose your life.” “Understood.”

Leo's voice drops, heavy with truth. "They will try to kill him first," he says. "Then you." I smile, slow and dangerous. "Then they'll learn what happens when they threaten what's mine." Deep beneath the city, in the Elders' Den, a ceremonial blade is lifted from its altar—its silver edge gleaming, bound by a single name carved into the steel.

"Okay, okay. Do you know where the Sword Tomb is?" Yaacob gestured down to the foot of the nearly ten-thousand-feet-tall mountain and said, "It's right below us." Using the Mind's Eye technique, Severin channeled spiritual energy into his vision, causing his eyes to radiate like the blazing sun. His gaze pierced through the mist and zoned in on the bottom of the mountain. Yaacob's statement was confirmed as he saw a collection of broken swords buried like tombs, with some of the larger swords emanating a rather savage aura.

Much to Danbury’s objections. Then we hit the road to the guild. Savage focused on their step as they wove through the close trees of the Dread Hideout. Closer to the Blue Lark with each step. “What was so valuable you nearly lost your life for it?” Savage asked. “We protect sacred things.” Rhyers weakly lifted the bag. “This is a sacred thing.” “Fair enough.” *** WaterRose, Grier Country SEBASTIAN Sebastian still stood in the Parlor staring out toward the stables.

Every hour we lingered was another hour for Eugenius and Nikos to widen their net, another hour for my wound to fester, another inch closer to a slow, certain death. "We have to move," I said, my voice a low, raspy croak that was still stronger than it had been. I pushed myself into a sitting position, the movement sending a fresh wave of agony through my side, but I forced it down. I pointed to the rough map Saea had scratched into the dirt floor with a stick. "The sword... It's in the Temple of the Fading Sun. That's our destination."

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.