Novel & Cerita Demon Slasher Katana Black Clover

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

She launches herself onto the rogue's back, wrapping her thighs tightly around its thick neck. ​In one smooth, merciless motion, she reaches around to the front of its throat, her silver-laced hunting knife flashing in the dim light. She pulls the blade cleanly and deeply across its windpipe. ​A thick spray of black, corrupted blood erupts into the air. ​The massive rogue gurgles, its knees buckling instantly. Kael rides the beast all the way down to the stone floor. She steps off the twitching corpse, entirely unbothered, wiping her bloody blade on her dark leather trousers.

he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "Darius Black might have fallen, and his son Dean might be a weakling, but you are no king. You will fall as Ethan Knight fell. Say goodbye to your Mate," He took out a silver blade, ready to slit Raina's throat. It all happened so fast. I rushed towards them but knew I wouldn't reach her in time. Panic surged through me, but Alison appeared behind Raina out of nowhere. With a swift, desperate move, Raina tore the man's stomach open with a blade. He let go of her hair, blood trickling down the side of her face from the force of his grip.

The dark smoke figure said as Demonica tries so hard to look up. “I- I no longer want this- this body and my soul- is useless at my condition. I agree.” Demonica said and the black figure laughs and the dark mist swirls around the figure and when it disappears, there stood a woman wearing a black gown and a crown surrounded with black light. “The black goddess!” Vlash utters making me look at his face. I look back to the scene the see that black goddess kneels and pulls Demonica by her neck. Demonica raise in the air as the black goddess blows a black smoke into her face.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

She nodded at Marcel with a smile, expecting her reward as promised. Marcel raised his chin, he moved his head to the left with his body at a spot and said to the ladies “Give it to her!.” A pale skinned woman walked out from behind the ladies with a briefcase at hand. She walked up to the lady, she went on her knees and opened the briefcase. She pulled out a katana, and in a matter of seconds a bald man ran through the shifter's heart. Blood gushed out of her mouth, she pulled out the blade and licked the blood that stained her katana.

"Secondly, I don't have time to play games with you." "Great!" Spider smirked, dodging the blades. "Bring it on, babes." Abruptly, Spider threw a shaken, special wheel blade. Within a blink of an eye, Shadow withdrew her katana, unsheathing it. Before the blade could touch her, she swiftly moved her weapon, changing the direction of the shaken. Lunging forward with full swing, Spider attacked with her katana. In a flash, the two katanas collided. Due to the force, both of the assassins stumbled back. Again both of them lunged forward with the same force, aiming for each other's neck.

His hands was behind his back and he was looking at me. He was putting on a more relaxing cloth this time. He wore an offhand buttoned down black blouse that was decorated with silver that reached his knee and with a black pant. I kept wondering how black could look so cool and relaxing on one's body. I couldn't help but look at the revealed flesh on his chest since he had three buttons opened. The gold chain he wore was blinking. This was really getting my body tensed. It was blinking.

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

I tried to prepare myself for whatever came next. I didn't have to wait long. The door exploded open, ripped from its hinges. Everything happened in a blur. Katya stormed in, dressed in black, wild hair flying behind her like a vengeful goddess. Kayla was right behind her, wielding a baseball bat with deadly confidence. The guard didn't even have time to lift his gun. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three clean shots. Katya's bullets slammed into his chest and head. He dropped like dead weight. "Sicko," Katya spat, stepping over his body like trash.