Demon Slayer Wood Sword Novels & Stories

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.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

My semi-clawed hand was ready, and I wielded the sword Ryker had given us, a gift from the moon goddess, capable of slaying demons permanently. With my claw, I slashed at the demons, plunging the sword into one's chest. Another charged at me, but I dodged, waiting for an opening. More demons approached, attacking with dark magic so forcefully that my grip on the sword loosened, and it fell to the floor. Before I could recover it, a demon kicked me hard. I moaned in pain as its claws plunged into my side. Despite the agony, I stood back up, retaliated, and managed to reach my sword. With renewed vigor, I fought off and successfully eliminated the demons. *****

Damon gave a warrior's shout as he sliced through flesh and bone with two long swords so swiftly and fast that the sound could be heard but his hands movement unseen to the eyes. Like an elegant orchestra he manipulated his way through his enemies. Demons upon demons kept falling at his side in their numbers as he kept on dealing deadly blows like he was born to do this- kill. Demons ain't easy creatures to kill but Damon was making it look so easy and that's because he knew the right spot to aim at which he had his teacher and cousin, Roshan to thank for. Roshan has been training Damon in the ways of the sword and how to kill demons since Damon was but a child and now only 17 years of age D

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

And the rest of the weaponry was the same. At the other end of this vault, I then saw another entrance. I approached it and gave it a quick glance. Again, there was no lock, and there were plenty of weapons inside. However, there were fewer weapons in this chamber, and they appeared to be of higher quality. I took up a sword that resembled a katana. [Green Forest - Unique rank] [A deadly blade fashioned from demon blood. It saps the holder's vitality and unleashes enormous strength appropriate for its rank. When unsheathed, the blade absorbs the wielder's vitality and returns it for as long as the blade takes a life.]

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

It compressed, strengthening and materializing its form, now becoming a long sword, blazing with dark flames. Arth aimed all the enhanced swords toward the demon, then launched. They sped through the air like arrows, but then an invisible figure intercepted all swords at an incredible speed. It was Shadowhunter as if he was one with the darkness. Arth couldn’t spot the demon, but he could sense its movement in front of him. The ice swords did not break, and Arth had expected that after enhancing them with his alar. They all scattered on the ground, blocked and deflected by the demon. Then he knew what to do.

In a flash, she approached the Demon Royal. Gusty winds blew. The beautiful lady stretched out her delicate hand and the sword box behind her trembled. A 2 meters long and 1.3 meters wide sword named Phoenix Wings Huge Sword appeared in her hand. The contrast between the huge sword and her slender body was shocking. The beautiful lady lifted the sword easily. With a move of her wrist, the Phoenix Wings Huge Sword cut through all the obstacles and slashed at the Demon Royal. The sword movement was powerful. Wherever it passed, even the void would start to burn.

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.