Demon Killing Knife Novels & Stories

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

Fighting throngs of them in human form is Thor's specialty. Before I abandon the car, I open the glove compartment and bring out the serrated edge karambit knife I took from Uncle Knox's workshop. The karambit is a perfect knife for silent killing. It can slice deep into flesh with ease and the curved and serrated edges on the silver blade make it a deadly and dangerous weapon that can hook and snag at sensitive organs like the intestine, making the person suffer a slow and painful death.

Was this how I was going to die in a foreign land? The door burst open just an inch before the knife could get inside my eyes. Balls of tears fell down my face when I saw Demon. He looked really mad—not at me, but at them. Demon didn't need to say a word before he started attacking them. They went after him too. He had no weapon on him, but their knives could touch him. Instead, he kept snatching the knives from them and slitting their throats with it. He did it so effortlessly, like he had been slitting throats before.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

Half of the grim reapers shifted into using bow and arrow to kill the demons in order to watch the backs of those who chose their very own scythe and close combat fighters. Everyone on Shane's side focused on fighting just so they won't lose another soldier in this battle which will most definitely put them at disadvantage. Shane tried to summon his dagger with an intense concentration the moment he realized how useful it would be if he can still use the demon inside the dagger against its own kind. A horde of demons pounced on Shane the moment he summoned his dagger. Before one demon could even have a bite and a taste of Shane's blood, the dagger took the form of a sword which Shane used to

Afterwards, the demon tribe launched attacks on Charles one after another. “Die!” Charles shouted coldly. He was supposed to look for Jade but he did not find her and a dumb lion said she was dead. He was already furious, but he was surging with killing aura now. His killing mode was on instantly. The blood-red light in his hand was actually a dagger called God-slaying Dagger. It was a spiritual treasure that could even kill gods. Killing the demon tribe with the dagger was even a walk in the park. Poof! Poof! Poof!

“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.

Her eyes turned to a knife that was quite strange in shape. "What's with this knife?" She took the knife and noticed a small tube in the middle of the iron blade. “You can fill that little tube with your blood. If you stab the demon's chest with that knife, the thin tube will burst and the blood can flow straight into its heart. Allan said again, explaining. She immediately admired the prowess of the knife. Her eyes scanned the available weapons on the table one by one. Because she had to choose a weapon that was comfortable to use.

The mass dropped and hissed, dispersing. The spear demon moved again—wounded but fast. His weapon aimed for Kael's back, but Rea was already moving. From the side, stumbling, knees shaking, she threw her knife into the demon's shoulder. Not fatal. Not deep. But enough. The demon snarled, hesitated—and that moment was all Kael needed. He spun, blade sweeping in a deadly arc—through the air, and through the demon. The body shuddered, then shattered into shards like dark glass.

James replied, “I killed him.” Youri pointed at James and said, “That’s impossible. You’re saying you did it alone? You might have a Thousand Paths Holy Body, but you’re just a Quasi Acmean. The Devouring Demon is a Terra Acmean. He also wields a powerful weapon and has twelve death spirits. Yet, you’re claiming to have killed him?” James did not bother elaborating further. The current situation played out exactly as James had hoped for. During the commotion, Qimat remained standing beside Youri.