Asta Demon Dweller Sword Novels & Stories

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

He could have sworn that this was the first time he was this stunned "Lucas the Demon, what sword are you holding right there?" Quinto barked while staring at Lucas. Lucas smiled carefreely and hoisted the Immemorial Dragon Sword and said each word slowly. "This sword is known as the Immemorial Dragon Sword. It's also the sword that's going to kill you!" The Genetic Fighters on both sides of Wonder Lake took in a deep cold breath when they heard what Lucas had to say. They all agreed that Lucas was the most domineering person on Earth.

If it was given crystallized energy, it might level up and become a weapon used by the Warlord. “It’s this one?” Kayson looked at the long sword with the scarlet edge, the one that looked as if it was stained with blood. Ghoul Sword nodded. “Yes, I named it Hemodrinken.” Kayson asked two more questions. “How did you know my location?” “I am acquainted with the richest man in Clouspring, Joseph Wadley, and I asked him for help.” Kayson scrunched up his brows. It was Joseph again!

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Everyone was waiting for Adrian’s order, but he seemed uninterested in pursuing the Sword Demon and instructed them to rest instead. Zector was puzzled and asked, "Sir, why aren't we tracking down the Sword Demon immediately?" "Based on my assessment, the Sword Demon expended a significant amount of energy to break through the barrier. Therefore, he’s likely severely injured and has sought a place to hide. Additionally, I just scanned the area and found no trace of him. It seems that he has successfully concealed his whereabouts. So, there's no need to rush things for now. When the time is right, he will emerge on his own," Adrian explained.

I seized it, feeling its weight and balance in my hand, and grabbed a bunch of keys from the nearby hook. My footsteps echoed through the dungeon as I made my way to Deckard's cell. "Deckard," I called out, my voice low and menacing. He looked up, his eyes narrowing in surprise as he took in my presence. But he didn't see the sword hidden behind my back. I unlocked the cell door and swung the sword with deadly precision, ending his life in a swift, merciless motion. His head rolled across the floor, and I picked it up, feeling a grim satisfaction.

“He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.” “Let’s just concentrate on your getting better, father. Then you can shift and heal and go home to the girls.” Thanatos comes in and gets on one knee. Holding the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever laid eyes on. “Ayesha, will you marry me?”

He helped her down from the counter and took her hand, leading her through the penthouse to a hidden door at the end of the hallway. When he opened it, Elena’s eyes widened. It was a fully equipped BDSM playroom with soft red lighting, a large padded bench, chains hanging from the ceiling, a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall, and shelves full of toys, whips, and restraints. Everything looked expensive and carefully chosen. “Welcome to my playroom, my queen,” Damon said, watching her reaction closely. “Nothing too serious today. We’ll go slow and explore what you like. First, pick a safe word. Pick something that's easy to remember if it ever gets too much for you to handle.”

Arisa started as we walked to the kitchen, "are we going to stay here again for another night since what happened yesterday or..." "Actually, that reminds me, where is the sword?" "Same place you left it." She looked at me oddly as if I should have already known. "Obviously neither I nor Liz can pick it up." "Huh? Why?" She sighed, "Sometimes I forget you don't know too much about the demon world since you grew up with humans." She paused a bit before continuing, "Demon swords are as powerful as the ones who created it. Only others with demonic power as powerful or more so can lift it and use it, but only the creator can use it to their full potential."