Adventure Time Demon Blood Sword Novels & Stories

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

Time seemed to slow as Leon watched in horror, knowing he was too far away to do anything. At the last possible moment, Levy threw himself in front of Rowland, the arrow piercing his chest with a sickening thud. Blood blossomed across his armor, but Levy didn't falter. Instead, he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, using the last of his strength to take down the demon that had threatened his comrade.

"Here's the spell to banish a demon. We'll talk later, I promise! There's so much to tell you and—oh, out of time. Good luck and be well, spawn of my love." And with that, he was gone. And I had a silver sword and a spell to kill Ethridge and his demon with. Perfect. Now just how to do it…?

“This is from my foster parents who had killed a demon. This was from the demon they killed. Magical bows are from the demons like elves more specifically.” “Well, someone had gifted it to me. I don’t know where it came from but it must be from a demon then.” “How was your work today, Blue? You must be careful when you are on a mission.” Miranda tells Blue, spreading some jam on the sliced bread. “It was tiring. We found out that demons who cross over are a little powerful. Their forms are weirdly shuffled.” “Abyss...” Miranda mumbled. “Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”

, were my last words to her before she rose higher and higher until she was finally out of sight. I decided to mourn her later. My dad, or the demon my dad was becoming, was causing a lot of strife and death. I grabbed a knife and found a can of Nephilim blood, which my teacher told me is lethal to demons, and dipped the knife in it. I also grabbed a sword. It was heavy, but I had been practicing with them since I was 4, so it was okay for me. I ran out onto the ground, only to see black smoke everywhere. Dad was killing the last of the few pack warriors. The very last one was my mentor. Master Lui glanced at the sword in my hand and my mind linked to me.

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was. "You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul." I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch. One time, two times, three-time, ten times. I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving. Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen