Demon Slayer Blade Novels & Stories

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

Didn't want Thrakos to dig into that. "Then you'll need a ride. But first," Thrakos's tone dropped, "you'd need the Hell-blade. A sword made by my father's own hands, strong enough to gut a God down. If you want to kill my brother, you'd need the sword.” “Yeah," I mumbled as I clutched my belly tighter. “But eat now, plan later." The sweet smell of baked bread wafted through the air, greeting my nose. I turned, scanning the stalls for the source of the smell as my stomach growled louder.

A girl or a woman can become anything she wants to be. She looked into the grey misty eyes of the second demon nearest to her. Her dagger sank into his spine, slicing through his bone. He collapsed to the ground as blood spluttered out from the back, the girls just stood there, shocked and terrified, too shocked to do anything—to even run. The remaining two drew out their weapons— enchanted blades made from fallen angel bone. She welcomed the challenge.

Not to her surprise, not even a single one from the group was now in the room. She was extremely ashamed. "Aren't you going?" The boy asked, looking at Megara. Megara didn't pass him a look and turned her gaze towards the struggling demon. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and in no second the head of the demon rolled down on the floor with blood gushing out of his neck like boiling water as the demon fell on his knees and stiffened in the same position. Megara took out her handkerchief and cleaned the dirty blood off her shiny sword.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

Michael than put the dagger they planned to kill the survivor with on the table "There is only one dagger like this and it belongs to the underworld and unless you get permission you will not be able to touch it, this is the soul keeper once stabbed with it your soul will be enslaved to the one who uses it "I see..." "what we can do now is Wait for the survivor to wake up and see if my investigation is correct and you can also meanwhile interrogate the assassins from the dungeon"

“De... demon!” Samantha smiled a big toothy smile. “Finally, SOMEONE KNOWS MY NAME!!!” She swiped quickly with her blade, separating his head from his neck and looking on as his body hit the ground. “Aw damnit!” She pouted and looked at me. “I could have used him to find the cells. Ugh!!!”

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.