Black Swords Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

Not to her surprise, not even a single one from the group was now in the room. She was extremely ashamed. "Aren't you going?" The boy asked, looking at Megara. Megara didn't pass him a look and turned her gaze towards the struggling demon. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and in no second the head of the demon rolled down on the floor with blood gushing out of his neck like boiling water as the demon fell on his knees and stiffened in the same position. Megara took out her handkerchief and cleaned the dirty blood off her shiny sword.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

Murdering everything around him. Samael. Sam snarled and roared and slashed. The swords in his hands looked pathetic compared to his broad hands and long arms, but they were sharp enough to cut through flesh easily, and that's exactly what they did. They cut through dark ones, and demons alike. Anyone that came even remotely close to this man of death, met their end with a single swipe. He was unrecognisable.

Asura was cautious. Hirayasura dripped his blood onto the Sundapura soil that had turned black. As his blood dripped and seeped into the soil, the turmoil of the ground began to show. Slowly, a sword with a black hilt and a skull ornament with two bull-like horns poked up. The black demon swordsman grasped the black sword tightly and pulled it up. The sword had a saw-like blade. It was jagged and extremely sharp on one side. "It's been a long time since I've summoned this sword. The Tembadau Ireng Sword, an heirloom forged from the marvelous black metal in the depths of hell." Hirayasura smiled while gently stroking the sword.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Too many for even Morgana's magic to handle. The first wave hit like a wall of darkness. Claws raked across my shoulder. Teeth found the gap in my fire-shield. Pain shot through my arm as something bit deep. I fought back. Fire. Earth. Water turning to ice spears. But for every shadow creature I killed, three more took its place. Behind them, Silas walked forward. Calm as death. Like he had all the time in the world. In his hand was a sword that made my skin crawl. Black metal that seemed to eat light. Runes along the blade glowing with hungry fire.

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-NINE🎀 The clash between Kai and the demon was nothing short of a cataclysm. Without his sword, Kai’s hands glowed with a fierce, ethereal light, his movements becoming a blur of high-velocity strikes that whistled through the air. The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

I became a blur of white and violet. ​I met the first wave with steel. My obsidian blades, forged in the fires of the Shadow Valley, sliced through vampire flesh like it was water. I ducked a claw swipe, spun, and took the legs off one leech. I vaulted over another, driving my blade down through its collarbone. ​It was a dance. A violent, bloody dance. ​I felt the Blackwood wolves hesitate, then join the fray. I heard Kaelen’s roar as he tore into the enemy. We were fighting on the same side. The irony almost made me laugh.