Demon King Sword Novels & Stories

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sword's blade against my shoulder, ready to strike as the beast drew closer. "Hisss!" I held my breath as the dominus drew near, and then with a powerful motion, I swung the sword with all my might. The blade cut through the air swiftly, cleaving through the serpent's body. The dominus thrashed wildly before its severed body sprayed forth black blood. Its head and body crashed to the ground simultaneously, lifeless.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

I needed to deal with my current opponent, who turned out to be a pretty good swordsman. For about three minutes, we were fencing with such ferocity that Henry would have been proud of me. That was all he could manage, however. But when my sword found a weak spot in his defense, and the man collapsed onto the ground, the look on the last templar’s face burned me like a scourge. “Got you, you wretch!” He was holding a shining disk, and as Ak-kvir noticed it, he started howling, desolate. It was a demon-catcher. This cute trinket was able to unmake them, simple as that.

Around him were mean looking men, serving as an entourage. “Show yourself!” One of the guards dared to command. The figure took a few steps, stepping into the light and a few feet away from his entourage. His dark cloak pulled around his feet. On his cloak there was a red embroidery of a crown, only one royalty across all kingdoms has this embroidery. ‎ ‎Dravon. The Demon King. Alpha of Lycans. He stood tall, almost statuesque, a shadow against the flickering firelight. His gaze immediately locked on me. His eyes glowed faintly, sharp and cold, like they could see right through my soul.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."

the demon king having had enough roared in rage as he drew his axe, he would at this very moment slice this motherfucker into bits! Genad completely unaffected drew his sword shocking everyone who stood there at the level of his weapon, it was… a spirit-grade sword. One that hadn't ever been seen since the disappearance of the gnomes! He truly could see through his threats! All kings became alert at this sudden turn of events and just as the pressure they were emitting was to begin suffocating the weaker ones, a huge tremor tore through the room, and without as much as a sign, screams erupted as they were all sent tumbling down into the next stage of the trails.

I shouted two times causing the sword to glow. "Strip the Demon King of his paralyzing power and let all the demons lose their wings." I commanded the sword. The stupid sword only glowed and nothing seemed to happen. ‘’Ha ha ha, did you really think that measly witch sword of yours could kill me? You look as pathetic as you mother did also holding that sword before I killed her. I can still taste her delicious blood on my lips.’’ The Demon King then said now walking around me in taunting manner.

Samson lifted his eyes to mine and kissed me softly. "He's going to kill me but it was worth it, thank you Grace," he sighed and pulled out his soft dick. I felt his release dripping down my leg and smiled. I kissed him more and the door burst open. I quickly stood in front of Samson as the king stormed in. He could see his demons release running down my legs and he growled furiously, his eyes burning into Samson. "Move Grace," he sneered and I shook my head. He eyed me strangely and shrugged. He continued forward and I raised my iridescent sword. The tip touched his shoulder and he paused.