Demon Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

However, as soon as they ran ten steps ahead, they were blown away by Sporus’s attack. “Blade!” “Sword!” An old man’s voice emerged from behind Tyr and Dillon at that precise moment. When they turned around, they noticed Demi’s appearance. It was unclear how long he had been standing there, but he held a blade and a sword in his hand. Those were the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. “Catch them.” Demi, who was more than twenty meters away, threw both weapons at the duo. Tyr and Dillon immediately stretched out their hands and grabbed their respective weapons in their hands.

Peter caught it and Sabu threw a knife in-between the demon's eyes. Peter shot the magic at the wall behind the counter and pulled out his sword. He stabbed the demon's corpse in the head and tossed the knife back to Sabu. "Durable fuckers. Ya can never be too sure." Death wanted to run down and help Lucifer until he got another call. "It must be Oliver." He answered. "Sir-" explosions from Oliver's end covered his voice. "-a large force of demons have marched into the territory!" The sound of a blade cutting through flesh came through.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

The wound was too deep and it’s giving me an excruciating pain. I even heard Mammon’s wailing ringing in my head. What kind of knife was that? It feels like my innards are convulsively burning. “Aunt Demia was correct. Demons are allergic to irons. Do you know where this iron knife came from? It came from your parents and they imbued a strong divine magic in it as they passed it down to my mother. It was their token of appreciation to mother for the long years of friendship they had with her. They gave it to her when they were still on their teenage years,” Deborah revealed to me, laughing crazily. “Then, Mother gave it to me the night before we part ways, going to different realms as a prot

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

“I take that as a yes.” He nods. “Fucking finally; we have a shoo-in. The witches have informed me that there is a tool to destroy a demon; it’s called the Nephilim Dagger and will literally kill any supernatural creature in existence. Even a God.” He says, the grin all but gone from his face. My eyes widen at this. “Where the fuck are we going to get one of those? It’s not like they sell it at your friendly Smithers around the corner,” I ask.

In a flash Deacon was prone on the ground before her, completely nude and trembling in anger or fear, Eric couldn’t tell. Samantha smirked as she rose, her aura slowly calming as her hair went back to her normal brown and her teeth shrinking. She flipped her hair in triumph as she began to walk away towards her beta. Not paying attention to the disgraced one on the ground. Only the crowd could see his next move: he grabbed the knife off the ground in anger. “HEY BITCH!” He screamed as he threw the knife with all his remaining power. She glanced back and quickly brought her hand up to catch it only for it to go clear through her palm and become stuck in her hand to the hilt. She looked at it

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

(Harper’s POV) The angel blade glowed as I reached for it. I pulled it from the hilt on my thigh and spun, slicing the now fully lit up blade through the two vamps that were closing in on me. They barely had time to recognise that their time was up before the light left their eyes and their demon blood burnt them up from the inside.

Her skin was warm, her pulse quick under my thumb. "So you want me even more attached to you?" She didn't answer, but her fingers tightened on mine. That was all the permission I needed. I retrieved the small blade from my medical kit, the one I kept for ritual work. The handle was worn smooth from decades of use, and the edge was sharp enough to split skin without resistance. "This will hurt," I warned her. "But only for a moment." I drew the blade across my palm first, watching the dark ichor well up from the cut. Demonic blood looked different in the orange light. It shimmered with an oily iridescence, like oil on water. Then I took her hand and made a matching cut across her palm.