Birth Of The Demonic Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I think a demon should birth demon. I was in my thought when the man who killed my father whom I later found out that his name is Moi came to me. Then I had already eaten and taken my bath. "The alpha requests your presence" he said blankly. The news got me so joyous that I almost smiled. The is the happiest day of my life. The alpha wants to finally see me. The man that has been ignoring me all these while. It's like a dream come true for me. I stood up quickly and followed Moi but on getting to the place he said I was needed, I almost fainted with shock.

Sporadic sparks erupted between the sword blade and the sharp claws; the demon's skin was even tougher than steel, and ordinary sharp weapons were unable to injure the slightest bit of it. The man flipped his wrist, however, and seemed to pour some kind of marvelous and holy power into it, and the cold blade of the sword quickly flashed with a pale golden vein. The next thing he knew, the blade, which had been restrained by Crosier, easily sliced through his palm, slicing down horizontally, and finally slicing off half of the demon's small, slender arm. "... because he has a terrible temper," Shaykh added nonchalantly, apparently too late.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE🎀 The clash between Kai and the demon was nothing short of a cataclysm. Without his sword, Kai’s hands glowed with a fierce, ethereal light, his movements becoming a blur of high-velocity strikes that whistled through the air. The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall.

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.

Her eyes opened slowly—far too aware for a newborn. One eye shimmered deep crimson. The other glowed molten gold. A breath left the Warlord’s chest that was half a growl. The baby finally cried—not the thin wail of an infant, but a sharp, piercing sound that carried power with it. The torches flared. Stone cracked. Somewhere, a wolf shifted mid-run. The Queen reached out with shaking hands and took the child. The moment her fingers brushed the baby’s skin, blood magic surged—and howled.

This time, lightning attributes spiritual power were embedded in the sword. When the sword passed through the flesh, it also burnt it. “Oho, I understand now! “Your Sect Master found a pregnant woman and moved the haunting fetus into her body, and that's how a deformed thing like you was born! The Witch Doctor Sect? It’s just a simple crooked path! You have grown so much in such a short time. You must have taken in a lot of blood essence from people! No, you can’t be allowed to live. Go to hell!”

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

I roared and snarled, reaching behind the top of my spine and sinking my nails into my flesh. Long ago as a gift, my birth mother crafted a sword from my spine magically. It's a part of me that I can easily dig out from the top of my back, pulling out the magical Slayer Rhachis! The sword that pierces through any magically created realms or protection barriers and having my dark magic and demonic energy pulsating through the crafted destruction made it hard to wield, so it's barely used unless my enemy's magic becomes a challenge. I grunted feeling the blade slithering out of my back and Sylest turns around and snickers my way. After teleporting in front of her way and causing her to stop wa

Satan could hardly bear it as he placed his palm on Lilith's face and burned her face because it was Bella's, his Isabella. Lilith raised her hand in the air. There was a roar gutted down and a big sword inserted through Satan's back. And it was no ordinary sword. It was Lilith's favorite commandment armament and the most powerful sword in Hell. Satan grunted as his black blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Lilith pushed him aside and stood with an unrecognized face that was charred by Satan's palm.

He fell on the ground with a loud thud and fainted. My eyes were at his sword. It was lying not far away from me. I held my head in the air, staring at the sword. At first, it started vibrating. Then it moved a little. In a few moments, it flew towards me. I grabbed the sword and walked towards the demon who was lying on the ground. I reached closer towards him. I waited for him to wake up. I wanted to see the fear of death in his eyes. He opened his eyes and his eyes widened in horror. I winked at him, holding the sword on my shoulder. Its red flames turned into blue flames. With a winning smirk on my face, I beheaded him. Then I stuck his sword in his chest and walked away from him.