Demon Blade Spn Novels & Stories

i cursed under my breath. The next thing I saw was one of the blade flying towards me with a chain attached to its handle.Then time slowed to a snails pace. While the blade was flying towards me at slow motion i took some seconds to acess the blade.The blade was pure black in colour and it had uneven edges with the middle part of the blade having some indiscernible inscriptions sparkling orange color sparks.The chains on the handle of the blade seem to be connected to his wrist like Spiderman's web.And i don't know how he did that.I side stepped the blade only to find the other flying towards where i was.It was at this point that i knew that it wasn't just some child's play.This guy was real

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The inscriptions in the room flickered again to withstand the partial Demonic form but there was no reaction coming from the shard, it stood among the smoke without undergoing the slight corrosion. 'I knew it! If I create my weapons in this way, I would solve the issue with the Demonic form! I would have normal attacks that match spells in power and that can be further empowered with the spells themselves, I'm getting excited just by thinking about that.' Her current sabers were inscribed items in the second rank but they were focused on durability. However, the Demonic sword was completely offensive, just a little shard could create a reaction in the reinforced room, Lucinda found it imposs

I loud scream like growl roars out from somewhere then in a blink fin tackling the guy to the ground throwing all my body weight into my swings as I punch the guy, he punches me back and we fight on the wet cold New York ground of my father'S estate. "What's the matter Demitra can't cut it as a boss" he chuckles before i punch him again. Out of the comer of my eye I see his gun the very gun that kiled my dad and l lunge for it then turn quickly and empty the clip. The click, click, click of the spent clip is the only thing that tells me it’s empty, but I don’t stop I car’t. Reaching under my dress again I grab the blade that somehow stayed in place and out the guys eyes out.

And the aura—gods of the abyss, the aura. Soren had to reinforce the protective spell of his observation portal three times, because the pressure emanating from that woman threatened to crush the connection like an insect. And then he watched her fight. The demon-silver sword—crafted specifically to kill Lycans—snapping between her fingers like a dry twig. The silver chain, which would have shredded any wolf’s flesh, hissing harmlessly against her palm. The speed that wasn’t speed but something worse—a distortion of space itself, as if distance ceased to exist for her.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.

"I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring states period. It was a demonic blade ironically called the Demonbane. This must be it! "It's said that the Demonbane must drink blood every time it's unsheathed. Its owners had always been the Island Nation's legendary battle demon, and all of them had killed many." "Demonbane? What a good name. It makes sense for me to use this sword to kill a demon from the Island Nation," Harvey said nonchalantly.