Demogorgon Dart Novels & Stories

She jumped, holding her hammer as high as possible, and dealt an exceptional blow to the Centaur's neck. Blood flowed through the nose and eyes of the beast, whose skull was half buried in itself, and the beast collapsed heavily. "Aah... It's gone. The energy is gone! It's dead!" Morgiana jumped for joy, and several cries of joy rose up. "Hehehe, I got it in one shot, aren't I just the best?" Lilith puffed out her chest, Dora stared at the body, a little disgusted. "Meh, you didn't even blow its head off, I want a refund."

The coppery smell of blood slowly overpowering the scent of lavender in the bathhouse. When Morrigan noticed this, her heart started to race fast but even before she could act on her own someone pulled her down the pool. The dagger in her hand slipped away from her. She screamed for help but she’s already pulled into the waters which resulted in her drinking some of the pool waters. Her heart pounds louder as her eyes widen when a pair of gray eyes stare at her with malintent. A dagger in one hand and a crossbow on their back. Morrigan tried to swim up to the surface, struggling to keep herself afloat in the water. She doesn’t know how to swim.

Given that forsaken are made of the chthonic essence of masters of Oribus, this was an easy fight for Thersar, Nexelex and warriors. That’s it. I had my fair share of fun in battering Denexus. Given that I don’t want to mar my palate with Denexus’ blood, I have pulled out Kris chthonic daggers and cut both of his hands in a quick motion. He fell to his knees, snarling and groaning. In yet another brisk move, I stuck both daggers in his chest. And the essence of Denexus was sucked in my kris daggers.

Two demons were still blazing in purple flames, while the other two had been left with a few burns. The ground shook as the dark dragon landed, letting the three riders jump off and then rush towards the demons. One of them was a man with long, black hair, carrying two daggers in both hands. A man full of blades, Arth could say. His arms, shoulders, legs, and belt had been equipped with small blades. Even his long cape had daggers and other sharp weapons attached to it. He moved the fastest among his two companions as he came for one demon, easily dodging the machete by his flexible body, then it all took less than a second before he stabbed one dagger through the demon's throat, and the oth

A pitch-black arrow shot out from nowhere, slicing past the tip of Chase's nose before embedding itself into a nearby tree. The fletching at the tail end quivered slightly, emanating a dense, ominous aura. It had been coated with an incredibly potent poison. The arrowhead was jet black with faint arcs of electricity crackling along its surface. Chase's expression darkened as he recognized this weapon. The Netherworld Thunderbolt Arrow—a weapon specifically designed to exterminate demonic entities. "Damn it!" A flicker of fear crossed his eyes as he instinctively leaped back, widening the distance between himself and the zombie soldier.

I put the gun against the back of his head as he bent down to retrieve Dillinger’s gun. “Down,” I said and he went flat on the ground. I put the Jericho back in the holster and took the Karambit out. I pulled his head backward and brought the knife slowly to the front. “Jericho,” he groaned. “The Karambit, best damn slicer in the world,” I said and cut his throat. The gaping wound made gurgling sounds as his breath escaped through his windpipe and I let his head fall forward. I wiped the blade on his shirt and put it back on my belt holster.

Dio dodged them one after another and the other spikes were deflected by his daggers. “Let’s step up a notch.” Carter summoned a two-meter ice golem. The golem towered over Dio and lifted its arms to smash him but he immediately moved to its blind spot and used his dagger to cut its arm. However, it was so hard that his dagger just slashed half of the arm’s width. “Aren’t you a mage? Use your mana!” Carter laughed as he watched Dio struggle with the golem. The golem had a regeneration ability so unless its part was completely cut off, it would just heal itself.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

He took a deep breath, centering his focus, and let his intuition guide him. As Morgana prepared her next assault, Derek took advantage of a momentary lull in her incantations. He sprinted towards her, executing a series of nimble acrobatic maneuvers to close the gap swiftly. With a powerful leap, he launched himself into the air, bringing his sword down with all his might.

I waited until the familiar clicks of them reloading echoed. Then I fired. PFT! A sizzling dart embedded in Man 2’s chest. He barely had time to scream. “Shit! What kind of brat—why won’t you die!?” He started convulsing violently. First his limbs, then his whole torso. He dropped to the floor mid-spasm, his body still jerking. “Modified neuromuscular disruptor,” I said coolly, locking eyes with the horrified Man 1. “Deadlier than your average taser.”