Demon Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

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.”

"The lightning boy was just a distraction for one measly second." "Seems that you've underestimated us... thinking you were dealing with weak humans. Even after dealing with my husband, you were foolish enough to think this would be a walk in the park. You were sadly mistaken; I'm more like a walk through Hell." Phuture twisted the energy blade she punctured into the demon's chest. "One second was all I needed." The Axis Demon spat up deep red blood from his mouth and choked up from a punctured heart. "Killed... by a woman at that... so there was two Divine Gods."

She was stabbed on her leg and fell down on the floor. "You're not going to get me!" Alexis screamed while crawling backwards. She tried to pull the knife away from her leg from she can't. There are veins that are showing from her leg and its beginning to be color violet. "What's with this? I feel weak." She stated then her sight is beginning to get blurry. "I'm sorry, princess. I promised myself not hurt you but, you're so stubborn so, I have to do something." Socrates laughs. Before he grabs Alexis, she releases a black smoke and her demon form showed up.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"What do you mean?" Blade hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I overheard them talking about a ritual. They're trying to summon a powerful demon that will give them ultimate power. If they succeed, they'll be unstoppable." Tangerine's eyes widened in alarm. She knew that demons were dangerous creatures that could wreak havoc on the world. If the rogue vampires succeeded in summoning one, it could mean the end of everything. "What can we do?" she asked. Blade looked at her earnestly. "We need to stop them. But we can't do it alone. We need to gather as many allies as we can."

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Uriel said in his thoughts as he immediately flew to his chamber. He opens the book of light and darkness and flips over to a page where he sees a picture of a blade and he begins to read. “When a demon's blood mixes with an angel's blood it can create what they call the blade of Angels. With this blade the person wielding it can kill off any light supernaturals with just a single slash. None has been able to create such a blade but if the blade falls into the wrong hands it can be very dangerous for all light supernaturals.”

A glint of a blade to his throat. I don’t hear her whispered words, but I watch her jerk the weapon across his jugular. He flops to the ground before burning up going back to Hell. She turns around but not without a scratch. Her shoulder sags a little, but she ignores it as she cleans the blade with the inside of her shirt and sticks it back up her sleeve. I recognize the blade instantly, even from all the way over here. Where did she get a demon blade from? There’s no doubt that I have the right girl.