Demon Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

Innis pulled out all the stops, and in magic, that means something. You could even say, it plays the defining role. The next step was the glyphs: death, summoning, blood, hunt, demon. She asked for what she needed, no more, no less. Just to be on the safe side, she took a dagger in her hand. Not for physical protection—what could she do to a demon? She held the blade in such a way to easily injure herself if anything happened. Demons could charm people, after all. In that case, pain was the best remedy.

"You wanted the dagger for yourself did you not? Or was it to destroy it so that no one would be able to kill you?" Soon enough, a sharp blade glinted against the light as Crystal pulled it from the strap on her thigh. "This special blade can kill all creatures as powerful as they may be. Made from the finest metal, this blade is blessed. Take it Ace and use it to kill this demon! Just as the dagger would have hit Ace's hand, the demon roared and breathed fire, jumping into the air to catch the blade. Falling to the ground in the scuffle, punches and kicks were thrown, as the two men struggled to overpower each other.

Jayden asked looking at his magic. “No, I am a Spell-Blade, a demon.” He mused. “The only thing that can kill me is a vampire, the only other thing that can stop my race is a Queen that has to be summoned, and she comes from your line.” He said before hitting Jayden with the magic. Jayden went down, the Spell-Blade stomped on Jayden’s leg shattering the bones. He screamed out in pain.

The sight of Serena's distress sends waves of protective fury through my system, making every muscle in my body strain against the supernatural restraints that hold me captive. Isabella places that terrifying blade against Serena's neck with deliberate precision, the supernatural metal gleaming with an otherworldly sharpness that promises swift and permanent death. The weapon seems to drink in the strange light of this transformed space, its edge radiating malevolent purpose that makes my supernatural senses recoil in instinctive horror.

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

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.

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.

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”

Patrea stated the moment we entered the old building, and she was right — Althea was indeed in danger because I could feel a strong demon aura in this place. I kept my mouth shut but kept my senses open. I just needed to hear a heartbeat so I could locate them, but even before I did, I felt a prick from one of my coins. I willed for my body to be sucked into limbo, and I appeared exactly where Althea was. I came on time as Alastor sank his demon fangs into Althea’s neck. A hiss escaped my throat as a loud growl from Blade erupted in the air, and everything after that happened in the blink of an eye.

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.