Birth Of The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

Axel knew her all too well that she would always go straight to the point in a conversation and would only beat around if she wasn’t ready to say it. “Okay fine, You are a direct descendant of Hades the demon king of hell, you were born unto a black wolf and a white Wolf, on the day of your birth, there was a prophecy that you would kill your father and mate with your mother so Alpha Ethan sought to kill you, he took you away from your mother who resisted and ordered for you to be killed” she narrated watching his facial expression but he showed nothing. “How did you find me?” He asked.

With the title of Sword Master, one could be a personal bodyguard, a leader, or some form of commander, of a force of soldiers, they could train men-at-arms or, in the case of Boro's teachers, future master swordsmen. As a young boy Boro had always wanted to be apprenticed by his father, who was considered the greatest swordsman in the last hundred years. But his fabled defeat at Haliax, where the False King Rohku had made his last stand, had robbed his father of his life and his legend. His father was all but certain to crush the last of the False King's army and bring the man's head to the capital. However, something went astray and Boro's father and all the men he had led were killed. Sto

As long as he could win, as long as he could kill Harvey… As long as he could succeed, it didn't matter what methods he used. Many Islanders started to cheer for Souichiro. When Souichiro heard how the Islanders around him started to cheer for him, he laughed and immediately pulled out the longsword from his belt. The blade was sharp, with a hint of blood on it. It was as if it had been drenched in blood for so many years and had never been washed. With the sword in his hand, Souichiro's willpower was on the rise. "Careful, sir." Yvonne suddenly remembered something when she looked at the longsword. "I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring state

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

The Trident Pistol and the Immemorial Dragon Sword crashed onto one another, and the entire space started to shake aggressively. Lucas took ten meters back. He lifted the Immemorial Dragon Sword and snorted coldly, “Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script!” Then, he swung his sword down. Innumerable scary sword rays, along with ancient demons shot out. Broom! The attack of the Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script had landed on the superior warrior in the end as well. To Lucas’ surprise, the superior warrior did not suffer from the slightest bit of injury and was stunned.

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

"Let's see how you like this." As the words left his lips, the atmosphere around him shifted unnervingly. A terrifying force filled the air, and in the next instant, his Soul Devouring Sword materialized. In a flash, the sword shot toward the two demonic beasts below. It struck one of the beasts with full force, instantly piercing through its body.

“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?”

He activated a secret technique, drawing out the demonic energy hidden within the sword. In an instant, the sword's body quivered violently as if an ancient, slumbering beast had been awakened. A deafening roar erupted. The sword trembled as a terrifying demonic shadow burst forth. Its claws were outstretched, lunging toward Chase. "A sword spirit?" Chase raised an eyebrow slightly. He was no stranger to sword spirits. However, this one was weak, roughly at the level of a stage-eight martial god. With a mere thought, Chase raised a finger and unleashed a streak of crimson sword energy. The air split apart as the energy shot straight toward the demonic figure.