Asta Demon Dweller Sword Novels & Stories

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...

A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil Citadel emblem, a silver wolf's head wreathed in thorns, symbol of an ancient order long whispered in legends. In his grip, he wielded a sword that sang of forgotten forges—a massive greatsword with a blade as long as a man's arm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like veins of starlight. The hilt wrapped in blackened leather, guarded by a crossbar shaped like crossed fangs, it hummed with arcane power, cleaving through monster hides as if they were parchment. Each swing arced with devastating force, severing limbs and heads in sprays of dark ichor, the warrior pivoting seamlessly, boots sinking into the mire without falter. He fought alon

"What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up. .....His voice sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a dream he was really there. He had black jeans and a black blazer on and he looked absolutely amazing under the moonlight. His hair was perfectly jelled up and his blue eyes were glittering like diamonds when the moon rays fell on them.

One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred "Get ready to die!" it howled and lunged for Moira whose magic instantly deflected it backwards, but unlike before the Wraith landed quite well on it's feet moving back only a few meters, it made another lunge at her There was large crack as the earth split open, and from its depths came the hands of souls dragging and clawing at the demon "Ustanite iz dubina i zatražite pale" Hades called in a raspy voice his eyes glowing a faint yellow

“I don’t get it, father.” “The sword is possessed by a powerful demon, Dethnar, one of the pets of the Demon King. He consumes the dark emotions of all the wielders of the sword … hatred … pain … envy … thirst for revenge … Dethnar is the one giving the sword with tremendous power … just by devouring the souls of the people slain by the weapon.” “So what does that have to do with Lucas?”

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

The heraldic crest was unknown to me. The stranger went to the smith and started looking at the swords that were displayed there. He was searching for a specific sword, light weighted. The sword he carried was mix between a saber and a sword. The hilt and the cross-guard were that of a sword-simple but elegant. The blade was curved. Because of its length the stranger carried the sword on his back. "None of them are the one I search," the strange said. "Wait, stranger, I think I have one…" the smith went into the shop, after a few minutes he returned holding a blade in his hand. "I think it is Dwarven made."

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.