Birth Of The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

Ayo steadied herself and proudly exclaimed, "Impressive eyesight. This is the Kato Family's demonic sword, Tatamo, passed down for 300 years!" Shuten followed suit. "And mine is the demonic sword, Datengo!" Whoosh! The two vanished again, attacking Chad once more. Bernard was anxious! At that rate, Chad would almost certainly be killed. So he flew toward Chad and pushed him aside to take his place. The two swords pierced Bernard's body. The blades emitted a blue light, causing Bernard's body to shrivel. However, with his sanctified flesh, he grinned fiercely and gripped the two swords before violently twisting his body!

I was a half-demon with another form, and to me, prayers were like a swarm of gnats. All that buzzing and biting distracted and annoyed me, but it didn’t preclude me from acting. Or, more precisely, rushing forward, deflecting the templar’s blow—which made my hand go numb—and thrusting my sword right into his...yep, exactly that part of his anatomy. I sincerely sympathized with him as a man, but those scum would do well not to breed. Two.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

I remember Isaac Knox saying, 'You must live and achieve your goals. This proves that Isaac's and my brothers' souls—Werner and Casey- live in my body. Casey threw the hunter's sword back to me. The red sword shining with Casey's spiritual energy in my hand turned into a sword with black steel. Casey's energy coating it mixed with my demonic power. "Demon sword!" Eren muttered. "Ha ha ha! This is interesting!" shouted De Comte, spreading his arms outstretched. "Okay, I will accompany you to play. You can kill me as much as you want, and I will come back alive as much as I want!"

No one had ever dared to humiliate him that way. How dare a Dramonian youth like Sebastian slap him in public? He would make Sebastian and Dramon pay for each slap with tens of thousands of lives. There was a sharp, shrill twang from the sword that echoed around them. The dark light on the Demon's Sword gradually turned a deep green. "Oh, no!" Even Alice cried out in fear when she saw what was happening. Although the Demon's Sword didn't qualify as a sacred weapon, it was filled with Saydan's demonic power!

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

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.

Could it be that I've met the person who gave birth to a new swordwill before? Myles recalled that he had a young genius swordsman named Radyn under his command. He thought Radyn a promising candidate who had a chance of giving birth to a new swordwill, but he quickly shook his head. The aura coming from the Sword Tomb was completely different from Radyn's. Based on this alone, he concurred that the person who gave birth to Sword Will was definitely not Radyn!