Black Clover Demon Dweller Sword Novels & Stories

The chamber erupted into a maelstrom of shadows and steel as Damitri charged, his greatsword arcing through the fetid air like a comet's tail. The blade hummed with stolen power, aimed straight for the devil's heart—or whatever blackened core pulsed beneath that obsidian hide. But the devil moved with liquid grace, a blur of leathery wings and curling horns, sidestepping the strike as if swatting a gnat. The sword bit deep into the throne instead, splintering ancient wood with a resonant crack that echoed like fracturing bones. Splinters flew, one grazing Damitri's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood that sizzled on contact with the air.

With his eyes and thick lips glistening with omnivorous drives, he slices through the flesh smoothly without any extra efforts. Laurel feels her own breath choking her and the long lost appetite returns. But then, it is not the plate of full scale chicken resting in front of her almost untouched that she longs for. As she holds the silver knife lightly, she cannot help but wrap her fingers around it even tighter as she observes Malcolm’s sudden interest in Christian. The only thing she thinks of is the dirty blood that constitutes of this vile creature spilling all over the animal skin rug beneath her feet – one that she constantly tries pulling with her feet as a means of letting out her fr

“Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.” “I will.” Blue have them a reassuring smile. “You need not to worry for I am with great swordsmen of the Kingdom. They are capable of ending such deformed demons.” “Have you ever encounter a good demon, Blue? Are there any good demons out there?” “No. I’ve not met one nor talk to one.” I have, Mizuko wanted to say but didn’t. If Blue’s answer is a “no” then she would really kill Kenshi if she had known he is close to her. They would use her as bait and besides, they have been hunting him down already.

“Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.” Scott blinked. “Holy shit—you brought a sword?” Larkam nodded. “Not just a sword. Demonslayer.” “Demonslayer? You serious?” “Dead serious.” As the boat sped toward the island, Scott’s gaze dropped to the weapon. The claymore’s ornate hilt glinted in the sunlight—gold and bronze, etched with ancient runes. “What’s the story behind it?” he asked, eyes wide. Trish leaned forward from her seat, wind in her hair. “That sword belonged to Gabriel during the Crusades. The Gabriel.”

My semi-clawed hand was ready, and I wielded the sword Ryker had given us, a gift from the moon goddess, capable of slaying demons permanently. With my claw, I slashed at the demons, plunging the sword into one's chest. Another charged at me, but I dodged, waiting for an opening. More demons approached, attacking with dark magic so forcefully that my grip on the sword loosened, and it fell to the floor. Before I could recover it, a demon kicked me hard. I moaned in pain as its claws plunged into my side. Despite the agony, I stood back up, retaliated, and managed to reach my sword. With renewed vigor, I fought off and successfully eliminated the demons. *****

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Slowly she calmed down and nodded at me to continue. “Alright. 19, this year was tricky as you were very busy with work. But I think you will approve, as this is also the year, I heard your nickname. ‘Demon.’” I chuckled as I pulled a pair of thick gloves out for her and me before I pulled the flat case from behind the couch and handed it to her. “Be careful now.” I smirked as she opened it and sniffed the contents. Inside were all kinds of silver knives and other instruments. But these... these were coated with...

He can't physically intimidate Kastriv, so mentally, he is shifting through options, through lies to blatantly spew in hopes he can scramble back control. "I can prove to you she is not a Demon," Oliver says suddenly. Kastriv appears more doubtful than me. "How so?" Oliver grabs my arm in a tight grip, holding it out. "Demon's bleed black, but Aspen bleeds red, like a true Territory One member." I frown, not understanding what he's saying, until he reaches into his pocket and reveals a small pocket knife, which he doesn't hesitate in slicing down my arm. "Ah!" I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood imm

I looked where he lay on the grass again, tearing off shadow demons and landing heavy blows. More and more rushed to him, pressing down on him. I saw a few rush at me, their red eyes even bigger and more dangerous. I grabbed the sword off the floor and unsheathed it, ready to fight. It glowed a bright silver blue and the light shot outward from the sword. The shadow demons scattered and Cage got up off the ground as I gripped the sword tightly. "Blue. You unsheathed the sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly realized he had said something wrong and corrected, "I've gotten so attached to them I now refer to myself as them. Haha." Keller laughed along while Ashley just smiled, finding the boy even more interesting. "So there's nothing that can be used to weaken them?" Keller asked after their brief laughter. "There was but all of it got burned so many years ago. You won't find any anywhere." He replied. Keller nodded while Ashley took note. The trio were in silence before Ashley tried to try her luck, "Can I get the name of this object?" Although he hesitated, he still gave out the name. "Only a sword forged from fire and sprinkled with the blood of a