Black Swords Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The court moved quickly, clearing space in the center of the chamber. The duel circle formed beneath the towering pillars of bone and stone. Adrian stepped into the open space. Across from him, Kharvek unsheathed a massive curved blade. “Try not to die too quickly,” the demon mocked. Adrian said nothing. The duel began. Kharvek attacked first. The demon moved with surprising speed for his size, his blade crashing down with enough force to crack the stone floor. Adrian twisted aside. Steel shrieked against steel as he raised his sword to deflect the next strike.

My body started trembling as my mana was getting absorbed in the black Reaper sword. " AHH!" Demonic scream escaped from my lips as I opened my dark red eyes. I swung the blade at the undead army, a strong aura of mist shot towards them. Dissolving them into the shadows and later reducing them into ashes. I leapt down my horse and clanked the sword together with an undead army. I dodged avoiding the attack and twirled around taking the head of the undead army's commander. The aura unleashed my blade dissolving into the body of that undead commander and eventually turning him into ash.

It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground. Both demons are slowly turning into black ashes as a sign of their complete death, not having a chance of revival. Sushi looked at me, he didn't seem to expect me to know how to use a sword. I didn't mention to them that I somehow knew something, not just the big swords.

After that, the bladed energy was instantly cut into countless pieces. With a single strike, he had instantly killed an Alchemy cultivator! One could imagine how terrifying the power of the Scarlet Black Sword was! "Puff puff puff!" The next moment. The seven Scarlet Black Swords, like peerless Demonic Swords, carried a sharp bladed energy and started a massacre feast! At this moment, Zephyr Khan seemed to be a bloodthirsty demon from hell, a God of Massacre! No one could touch it! "B*stard, how dare you!"

I might have been crying my eyes out, but my grip stayed as strong as it was at the moment I thrust the sword, ripping the flesh of my loved one. Suddenly, his body began convulsing as if he had been electrocuted. He roared viciously as his blazing eyes turned into black smoke. The overwhelming stink of sulfur hit my nostrils, making me lean back as more smoke evaporated through Tyrion's skin. I felt as if I was being led by the Moon Blade itself. It told me to withdraw the blade, and I obeyed. Once I did, Tyrion's body fell to the ground, and the sword began to shine brighter than before. Then the blade started sucking in the smoke. I could hear the shrieks of the dying demon as his essence

The guy just snorted at them, and he returned to their fight with Caria. After some time, I turned my attention to Deborah, who was facing her opponents on her own. It looks like she can handle them, so I don't have to— “Dark Divine Magic: Swords of Inferno!” I gushed. Three dark swords blazing with black fire appeared in front of me and immediately ushered towards Deborah’s direction. Fortunately I was able to hit the demon behind her who was ready to scratch Deborah’s back with its long claws. Deborah mouthed thank you at me and then she smiled. I just nodded and advised her to don’t let her guard down. She winked at me before returning to her focus.

Half a leather couch flew across the room like folded paper, finished paintings covered with new splashes of red hung off hinges to cracked marble walls. Broken ceramic and Body parts added to the seasoned battle decorations as did the demons in human form being slashed apart. In a fluid motion, the sword in Grey's hands poked in and out of a demons skull and sliced through the throat of the other standing next to him. Only Hermes was left standing, he didn't look afraid watching his comrades fall. If anything he looked as if everything was going according to plan.

Damn ghoul. He slowly stands up, letting his blood drip on the floor. He's showing off that he can still fight. I grimace. The smell is awful. My wings expand and elongate into dangerous spikes. They curl around my body in a fashion like a giant hand, poised to strike at any second. "You've gotten more scared," he whispers. He smiles more, revealing his teeth. Licking it, he starts to step closer. I lash out, cutting his chest. He jumps back with a hiss, hitting the lockers. More blood drips onto the floor into tiny pools.

She took up the swords and swung them in her hand, saying "Tsk tsk tsk. Look how you're lying on the ground. Aren't these the same swords from that night? I've got to say you sure took good care of them." She ran her finger over the sharp blade and returned her gaze to him. "Only to be killed in my hand from the very sword," she said as she lifted the swords, which were engulfed in deep blue flames. He saw a mischievous look on her demonic face as he looked at her completely black eyes, waiting to die. The swords were lifted into the air, and one of them pierced his body, ripping his thigh muscles.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ