Birth Of The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

It was clear that they have been engaged in a fight not too long ago. This seem to raise the tension within the gathered army. All of the Northern Guards have been well trained and highly skilled combatants. It is no simple feat to join the army regardless of their post or division they were assigned to. And this particular group is lead by one highly skilled martial artist who was born into a sect before he enlisted as a soldier and another is an excellent swordsman and daughter of a general. Even these two individuals have not escaped any injury though theirs were considerably lighter compared to the others.

However, for high-class vampires, especially for noble-class vampires, they can only be killed with weapons equipped with demonic curses. Weapon: A mystical sword that can kill enemies in one slash. Damien's sword is unique, it has a very strong curse so that even if it only scratches the enemy's body a little, the curse that comes from the sword will immediately spread to the opponent's heart. The sword given by Juliette (the last Dracula race who turned Damien into a vampire), is made from the broken bone of Lucifer, the king of hell taken from his tomb in ancient ruins in Transylvania. You could say, Damien's sword is the most powerful mystical weapon of vampire destruction.

“Just the words I hoped to hear…” He turned away to acknowledge the room, lifting his hands up in joy. “I’m so glad you all like my sweet little demon…as said by Von Dulce, she contains Angel Blood…created by the Ninth Level Demon, Basille, to feed his power. I am lucky enough to now have her in my possession thanks to my son, who I must acknowledge as the one who found her and secured her for the vampire nation.” Kat had baulked at his comment to her and hardly heard his speech.

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

When unsheathed, the blade absorbs the wielder's vitality and returns it for as long as the blade takes a life. [+60 Attack] [Each time it is drawn or swung, 200 HP is depleted] [Passive: the more blood the sword consumes, the stronger it grows.] I scowled. This was a forbidden weapon. I've heard about banned swords before. It had a long history and was never intended for nefarious purposes when it was created. These so-called forbidden swords were originally the swords of courageous warriors who fought against demons. These swords were made from demon blood by the inhabitants of this world to battle the demons, despite their ignorance of the potential negative implications.

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

But his voice was quite stern and I could hear him clearly. “I’m standing right in front of the room of that girl, Sir. She is an orphan and a commoner”. “I’ve told you millions of times that I don’t need commoners. Yes, I did ask you to find red-eyed vampires and bring them on our side but I didn’t mean that you could bring commoners. I know that they are of divine blood too but they are too weak and if they are weak that means they are also weak in their relationship with the Goddess”, said the hooded guy

Her silver eyes danced with pride as I gaped at her. Is this really??? Now go, our not so little Demon... and make our enemies lives a living Hell. We are all still here. Cheering from the sidelines. I heard my dad say again and I gasped as my eyes shot open and I was looking at my sword just outside of my reach. The pain in my body was extreme but slowly easing away.... was it getting warmer? I rubbed my mark on my neck, why was it tingling? Lifting my head, I looked around as I heard Ben shout out in anger. I grabbed my katana just as a wave of power swept through me....

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having