Demon Slasher Katana Black Clover Novels & Stories

Julian barely had time to throw Sloane to the side before a blade sliced through the air where her neck had been, carving a molten line into the stone pillar behind her. "Julian, the balcony!" Sloane screamed. She didn't run; she danced. In her white tactical suit, she was a blur of motion against the dark stone. She drew two specialized ceramic katanas—short, black, and designed for close-quarters execution. The "drama" of the fight was a masterpiece of kinetic poetry. Sloane engaged three of the Crows simultaneously. The sound of ceramic clashing against high-frequency steel was a high-pitched shriek. She used the hem of her white tactical cloak as a distraction, snapping it like a whip to

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

I hastened my steps when I felt her excitement through the mate bond. I immediately became worried; for some odd reason, I knew what that meant. The crashing continued with a loud thud. I climbed the last flight of stairs, and I pushed my door open to see Kat, on one knee, with someone dressed in black overalls and wearing a black mask on the floor dead. Katya was holding the handle of a knife plunged into the stranger's heart. "Of course, fighting is the only thing she does for fun" I looked around, and there were four more dead bodies on the floor. We exchanged glances, and I was about to ask her a question when one burst through the window, shattering it, and threw a knife at Kat.

This made more knives and daggers to be thrown at him. Seeing the sharp objects flying towards him with speed, he disappeared from there. This made the demon to be confused, the next thing he heard was the swishing of air. The demon turned in time for a dagger to cut through his neck. Black blood slipped out of the cut. He became angrier after Clarence cut his neck. His sharp nails came out, his eyes turned black. Smoke came out from his nostrils as his horns also appeared. "Oh oh seems like I've brought out the beast in you," Clarence said this time charging forward, he drew out his double-edge daggers from his robe. Its sides shone as the small light that slipped through the trees hit it.

The black glass dagger descended, a streak of obsidian darkness in the witch-light of the Ossuary. Damon Carter struck with the precision of a butcher and the hatred of a brother scorned. The blade bit deep into the base of Ryan’s skull, a killing blow meant to sever the spine and extinguish the flicker of life sustaining the monstrous transformation.

Out of the deep shadows, a high-pitched, mocking laughter echoed—a voice I recognized all too well. "Did you really think Julian leaving was an accident, dear little sister?" The darkness parted, revealing a woman dressed in black leather armor, her eyes glowing a sickening crimson red. It was Chloe. But she wasn't the pathetic, discarded mistress anymore. Her skin was covered in dark, glowing blood runes, and she was holding a jagged obsidian dagger that hummed with dark magic. "Hello, Serena," Chloe sneered, raising the black blade. "It is time to finish what we started in your past life."

He flipped his right hand over, and his thunder cleaver appeared once more just as the man in the black robes began to run towards him. "You bastard, I'm going to cut you in half!" The man leaped into the air, brandishing his samurai sword that was now a jet-black color, leaving a trail of black sword aura as he brought it down onto Wilbur. Wilbur raised the thunder cleaver in his hands. A loud clang rang through the air as the cleaver blocked the man's attack before spinning around wildly and sending the man flying backward. "Now it's your turn to die!" Wilbur raised the cleaver in a vicious attack, and a sword aura made of white light struck the man in the black robes with a loud thump. Th

Every strike, every dodge, every snap of fangs was a declaration: Blackwood would not fall, not today, not to assassins, not to traitors. Finally, with a coordinated lunge, Kade and Lena struck simultaneously, claws and fangs tearing into the master assassin. The cloak fell back, revealing a scarred face, eyes blazing with hatred and disbelief. The assassin’s body crumpled to the stone floor, defeated but alive—barely.

A visible crimson aura emanated all over her body as the blade of the night start to gleam with the color of blood. She twirled the knife on her fingers and leapt towards Hellion in a flash. Hellion painstakingly tried to stand up but she could only muster a kneeling position as she tried to block off the fatal blow. Kshhing! The dagger blade broke and flew into the ground. Hellion widened her eyes as the crimson aura eventually clashed into her body as a thin layer of cuts sliced into her flesh. The demon then suddenly appeared at her back which made Hellion widened her eyes even more.

They seemed to be interested in her and her alone. Or at least, that was until Amicus tossed a sword at Byron, who caught it and began to slice off the flesh masks of the Demons. Their masks fell onto the ground muffled plops. They immediately released Kat, who got splattered with a thick black substance that spouted from their disfigured faces. Under the masks, there was only a collage of muscle and a bit of bone, covered with no skin unlike the rest of their decaying bodies. A collective sound emanated from, a mix of a hiss and a continuous low groan.