Birth Of The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

Hugo asked. Cael approached Tyler, and he knelt in front of him. Like everyone else around Kyra, Cael was sobbing. Cael said, “Tyler, please save Kyra.” Tyler’s jaw was tightened. His mission is complete, and he does not expect Kyra to seize his sword. Only the angel who stabbed a demon could remove the sword from Kyra’s chest because it wasn’t a typical sword and neither worldly magic nor strength could. The sword has a major impact on Kyra since she is a demon-blooded human who was undoubtedly born as a demon. If he doesn’t do something to stop the blade from absorbing the dark smoke into Kyra’s body, Kyra will die.

Liam joined his Alpha to defend. "Don't touch it!" Mira kept shouting from outside the barrier. Abbadon created the Sword of the Doombringer from the lava of the volcanoes in the Underworld, and its power was fueled by the blood that its user shed. Jazmine, whose power originated from God, would be impacted if she touched the sword. "Have you ever questioned yourself why your father abandoned you?" Abbadon began to play with Jazmine's emotions. "Do you even know who your father is?"

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."

The demonic statue had body armor and a helmet. It wielded the same type of sword Yaron was wielding. However, the sword was roughly eight meters long. It emitted a terrifying spiritual pressure. "Die." Yaron was acting crazy, unsure whether it was due to fear or other emotions. He slashed toward Wilbur. The demonic statue behind him also slashed downward at the same time. The attack was like a meteor falling down from the sky. It fell downwards like a huge mountain with tremendous power.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

"You must believe me because that's the truth. And to tell you, do you have trouble figuring out the other soul within you?. I mean, the voice that always toyed with your mind" "H…. How're you supposed to know that?. I never told anyone about that before". She said out in disbelief. What Ember announced to her right now, made her believe that she indeed is Ember's reincarnation, but what she didn't get was how everything was connected to each other. "I know that because I caused that after the war between the Demons". "Demons?". Darcia asked. "Yes Demons…. It all began thousands of years ago….". Ember's flashback story….

I could see she was in the living room reading her usually thick book. Once I entered the house I bypassed mom and rushed to my room locking the door behind me before placing him on my bed. The vile was warm as I had held on to it a little too tightly in my hand. The blue brightness of it swirled as I looked at it before popping the top off. *here we go, cross your fingers we can trust him* Vampires and wolves were always at war with one another, we believed that they were the cause of the curse many moons ago, the curse that made all firstborns die after one single breath.

"You would betray your friend just to compete with her. Why should I believe you?" Elodie collapsed. I, meanwhile, was already counting down the minutes until night. When Lucien left, I called after him, "Can I come early?" This time he laughed softly, finally believing I was truly interested in him. "Of course. Come find me." With those words, I waited until he had gone and slipped over early. The moment I pushed open the door, I saw him behind a thin curtain, the full force of his demonic true form barely concealed. His dragon body was powerful, marked with black scales.

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.