Demon Blade From Supernatural Novels & Stories

They scream out in appeal. But Sahara ignores their pleading and continues to drag me down the stone stairs of the cavern. I scrabble around the floor, my knees scraping painfully on the ground with every struggle. I go still when Sahara stops in front of a stone altar and lifts a deadly knife from the center. My heart stutters with terror at the sight of the knife. She turns the knife over in her hand, the sharp metal gleaming like a beacon in the darkness of the cavern. I pull my hair back when she moves the knife closer. I can feel the malevolent vibrations of magic oozing from the blade. Sahara's eyes glow like the fires of hell. They kind of remind me of Lucifer's eyes when he turned in

he muttered, not daring to share his attention with the cloud separated from us through the windshield. "We have to do something that would destroy it forever," I muttered and Liam groaned in anger. "You are distracting me!" He snapped. I reached into my purse and pulled out the blade again, holding it tightly. Liam finally looked at me, his brows raised in surprise. "That blade…" "It kills demons," I said and he smiled in relief. I unsheathed the blade, waiting for it to sneak in. The drums began to play again, faster and stronger. The louder the drums got, the light-headed we became.

Something shimmers out of the shadows stealing all my breath and all the life from the forest around it. The demon is here. “Go!” Lucas yells and runs at the demon. The demon, standing tall and dressed in a brown, hooded robe, holds out his hand, summoning an onyx-blade sword. He plunges it through Lucas’s chest. “No!” I scream and let go of Evander’s hand. I throw my hand out, pushing Evander back through the door. The passage of glowing blue energy fades fast, and the door to the Covenstead snaps shut, completely sealed off.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

“De... demon!” Samantha smiled a big toothy smile. “Finally, SOMEONE KNOWS MY NAME!!!” She swiped quickly with her blade, separating his head from his neck and looking on as his body hit the ground. “Aw damnit!” She pouted and looked at me. “I could have used him to find the cells. Ugh!!!”

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

Dominic doesn’t think as he runs toward where Seraphina is fighting a Vampire and Werewolf tag team. Seraphina knocks out the Vampire and turns just in time to scream as she sees a Demon step in front of Dominic’s path and slide something into his chest. She feels the stabbing pain as if it were her own, as the Demon had just missed Dominic’s heart. She screams again as she watches along with feels as the Demon removes what she can only make to be a dagger from Dominic’s chest, and as Dominic tries to move forward the Demon moves quickly stepping behind him and slicing the dagger across his throat before letting him go and allowing him to slide in what seemed to be slow motion to the ground.

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”

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.