Demon Slayer Wood Sword Novels & Stories

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

When I feel that light glowing inside of me I open my eyes just to see myself glowing greenish light. “YOU! That amount of magic. Who are you?” Demonica said. “I am me.” I said as I raise my hand and point at Demonica using my index finger. A greenish light starts the shines and my sword that I drop few meters from me also glows and like a magnet the sword is in my hand. When I am already holding my sword it shines and I see how it changes in shape and color. From its golden color and 2 inches wide and 2 feet length it changed into a jade sword with 3 inch wide and 3 feet length. Not just that but the handle is decorated with a jade dragon that is warp into the handle with its mouth open whe

He was not hallucinating or dreaming—everyone else saw the same thing, after all. Darryl said with a cold expression on his face. “Never thought the Woods family would get lucky and score themselves a rare item from who knows where. If this is an upper-grade spiritual tool, it’ll be able to increase quite an amount of combat power! If Nash uses this sword, I won’t be able to take him down on my own!” “By the way, who’s that young man,” a young man chimed in after he spotted them, “and why does it seem like Daniella is well-acquainted to him?”

" She replied. "Dexter gave this to you?" I asked as I tried my best not to believe her. "Yes. He gave it to me… directly into my palms. I'm not lying." She said. "That wasn't the elixir." I said, pacing the room to ease my anger. "What??" She asked, surprised. "What he gave you was f*cking wolf's bane." I said in annoyance. Susan gasped out in disbelief. Just then I heard the door rattle and I immediately knew what was happening. I grabbed Susan by the shoulder and led her to the bathroom. "Stay in here and don't come out until you hear a knock twice on the door. Do you get me?" I asked.

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

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

And the aura—gods of the abyss, the aura. Soren had to reinforce the protective spell of his observation portal three times, because the pressure emanating from that woman threatened to crush the connection like an insect. And then he watched her fight. The demon-silver sword—crafted specifically to kill Lycans—snapping between her fingers like a dry twig. The silver chain, which would have shredded any wolf’s flesh, hissing harmlessly against her palm. The speed that wasn’t speed but something worse—a distortion of space itself, as if distance ceased to exist for her.

Elijah, David, and James, who were on his butt were moving around, to shield themselves from the crazy attack of Chayan. Despite the clash between the body and the weapon, the Demon Sword was the one that received the damage. It was a high-tier item that he purchased from a skilled blacksmith. Not only had the best durability, but it was also supposed to have the highest strength that could slice anything. Yet, the sword was damaged by Shadow’s fist. Climatically, the Demon Sword failed to overcome the shock and was bent. The proud fire sword that could slice anything was helplessly deflected. “You bored me, Chayan,” Shadow spoke in so much laziness and threw a solid punch that contained her

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes