Black Swords Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The red-eyed creature lunged. Darkness exploded across the battlefield. It swallowed the remains of the Trial of Two Hearts. Mountains of black mist rose into the sky. Each one took the shape of snarling beasts with glowing crimson eyes. Their roars shook the heavens. Kael tightened his grip on the silver blade. The weapon felt alive. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it had been waiting centuries for his touch. Beside him, Rhydian held the golden blade. The moment their shoulders brushed, both swords began to hum. Silver and gold light intertwined, forming invisible threads between them.

Wrapped in silk were crescent-shaped blades with jeweled handles, the same exquisite style, rubies glowing like fire. “Well, hold it firmly in your hand,” Aziz instructed. I gripped one. The rubies pulsed with red light, the blade burning hot in my palm. “What is this? What does it do?” I gasped. “It is reacting to your presence,” Aziz said. “These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person”

Good boy. Dean raised his sword again and started to dismember the burning body, hacking at it with wicked glee. A pleasing thrum vibrated through him with every limb that tumbled over into the opening to hell and he sincerely hoped that demon enjoyed his presents. His hacking paused when he glimpsed a blackened heart through the gaps of visible bones and he crouched down quickly in excitement.

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

“What is that weapon in your hand?” Andrius saw that the attack was effective and sneered. “This blade is called the Nine-Curved Demonslayer. It’s especially used to deal with demonic cultivators like you. By the way, I got this sword from someone called Wilson Cox.” Wilson Cox! Elder Salo was struck by those words. “It really was you! You were the one who killed the Young Master!” After a brief period of astonishment was boundless anger. He stared at Andrius, his eyes spewing fire. “Boy, just surrender!”

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

It compressed, strengthening and materializing its form, now becoming a long sword, blazing with dark flames. Arth aimed all the enhanced swords toward the demon, then launched. They sped through the air like arrows, but then an invisible figure intercepted all swords at an incredible speed. It was Shadowhunter as if he was one with the darkness. Arth couldn’t spot the demon, but he could sense its movement in front of him. The ice swords did not break, and Arth had expected that after enhancing them with his alar. They all scattered on the ground, blocked and deflected by the demon. Then he knew what to do.

The descent of the obsidian void-blade was a slow-motion catastrophe. It wasn't a weapon meant to draw blood; it was a conceptual guillotine designed to sever the "Mate Bond" at the root. Silas Blackwood watched the colossal shard of darkness approaching, and for the first time in three years, he didn't feel rage. He felt a profound, quiet clarity.

Jin said angrily. The tall and thin disciple in black snorted and said, "Of course I hope we can win, but don't expect too much from the warrior of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect." Jin wanted to say something but stopped to watch the battle after seeing Ding Hao shake his head. "Very good. I'm interested in your strength." Black Mountain Demon Emperor clenched his hands in the void, and two huge black machetes showed up in his hands. The blades were as curved as the moon, with demonic streaks flashing. They were terrible sharp weapons.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”