Demon Blade Spn Novels & Stories

The demon was dead, and so was Hespera, but no one else should die. ‘Your blood is the ultimate cure for all supernatural-inflicted wounds.’ Hespera's words swirled on repeat inside my mind. I was praying with everything I had for those words to be true. The Moon Blade was without a doubt a supernatural weapon, and the belief that I would be able to save Tyrion was the only thing that gave me the courage to kill the demon.

I pressed against her back and moved her hand to one of my favorite blades. “This is a Poshland RAM-21. The spiral blade is painful because of the spiral wound it creates and definitely makes it much bloodier. They struggle to heal, and if they do somehow manage to heal, they will be left with serious damage from the muscles and nerves,” I said softly into her ear. Brynn tilted her head, carefully running her thumb along the dull part of the blade. She grabbed it and placed it on the table beside us. Then I moved her hand to another one. There was something incredibly hot about this right here, and I was certain that she could feel my rising lust just like I was feeling hers.

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

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.

Shelby yelled to stop him but it was already too late Blade had seen him coming and used his sword to run through him, straight through the center of his stomach. Damien's eyes widened in shock as blood gushed out through his mouth before he slumped down to the ground dead. " No!!!!!! " Shelby screamed and struggled painfully to her feet, her eyes glittering red with rage. He stumbled a few times on her feet before righting herself as she glared with murderous hatred towards the guy. Blade smirked evilly at the furious savage look in the blonde eyes. " You are no match for me, and could barely stand on your feet, I have to say I am greatly disappointed as I expected more fights from you. "

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

His ice blade pierced through easily. “KAAAA!” A shrill, agonized cry burst from the scorpion as it lost balance and collapsed onto one side. Before it could recover, Rayden was already atop it, his blade driving down, piercing the gap between its head and body, shattering its spicerermony core in a single lethal strike. When silence returned, Rayden stood atop the beast’s corpse, his breath slightly ragged.

It looked dangerous… sacred… and strangely familiar. “The Blade of Tenebris,” I murmured, recalling the words I’d once tried so hard to forget. “It cuts not flesh, but spirit. A single strike leaves enemies hollow, their will severed. It was quenched in the Void during the First Apex War. Every wielder leaves behind a fragment of their soul.”

Everyone else stood stunned as Ruben continued to walk forward, his destination the throne. The clamour and noise created by the demons demanding to know why they should bow to him and shouting out challenges was deafening, as Ruben stepped up onto the dais and before the throne to look down upon the throng. Scribe the goblin was standing there, looking relieved to see him return and next to him a large demon, holding a huge club. “Boglan…” Kat breathed. Ruben sneered at the huge demon standing before him with an equally snide look upon his face. “Commander Boglan, we meet again.” Ruben said. “Got something to say, like the rest of this rabble?”

But Edna refused to be overwhelmed. Drawing upon her inner strength, Edna channeled her focus into a single, powerful strike. She raised her silver blade high above her head, gathering the energy of her will and determination. With a mighty cry, she brought the blade down, slicing through the flames and cutting a path towards Belial. The blade connected with the demon queen's armor, a resounding clash that sent shockwaves through the chamber. Sparks flew as Edna's silver blade resonated with the pure essence of righteousness, a force that clashed with the darkness emanating from Belial.