Black Clover Demon Slayer Sword Novels & Stories

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!

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

In their hands was an ax with two pointed edges. "Do something to them if you want to bring that human alive." Minos looked at me with a meaningful gaze. I smiled mockingly. "Don't be sorry after this." In an instant I swung my arm, and my black cloak parted as the sword reappeared in my hand. Of course, the sword is silver.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

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. *****

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Caleb's eyes flashed like a sword's age while his aura intensified with a rumble. He glanced at his black greatsword which was inscribed with the words Dharmic Cutter! Sil Crawford had given it to him when he left Calebton, and Sil told him to wield it only after the Guardian couldn't be wielded anymore. And just before, Shar's Rain of Swords shattered the Guardian, so he took out the Dharmic Cutter! "This really suits me, Elder Sil… You really know me best!" Caleb growled under his breath and slashed forward!

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.

"Die, Chase Collins!" The Black-Robed Demon sneered and leaped down the tree. He glided like a phantom and moved unrealistically fast. His speed left behind fragment images of himself in the air. The sword in his hand danced in the air of dark flashes. It slashed through the air as muffled whistling was heard. "Get lost!" Chase grunted coldly. His left hand swung out as his palm replaced the sword to use the Thundering Sword. With a clang, both swords collided.

She said. "So what weapon can I use?" I asked. She turned to a monkey and talked. "I can lend you the Great Sage weapon," She replied, showing the golden wood crossing her shoulder. "I prefer a Hammer" I replied not knowing why I said that. "I guess the hammer was the first weapon you use to attack a Demon," She said. "Yes," I replied. "I aren't giving this up again" She replied, changing into the teenage girl and the weapon disappeared. "If you want a Hammer that can kill the demon then it is not possible.. Go to the cave when you are less busy and you will see an axe that will flame when you hold it" She replied and disappeared.