Demon Slayer Wood Sword Novels & Stories

Sporadic sparks erupted between the sword blade and the sharp claws; the demon's skin was even tougher than steel, and ordinary sharp weapons were unable to injure the slightest bit of it. The man flipped his wrist, however, and seemed to pour some kind of marvelous and holy power into it, and the cold blade of the sword quickly flashed with a pale golden vein. The next thing he knew, the blade, which had been restrained by Crosier, easily sliced through his palm, slicing down horizontally, and finally slicing off half of the demon's small, slender arm. "... because he has a terrible temper," Shaykh added nonchalantly, apparently too late.

Please take these and use them well. I enchanted the shafts to be extremely strong, cut resistant, and self-healing. Further, I put a summoning spell on them. If you feed the tiniest, most miniscule amount of your deep mana into the wood, they will bond to you. Then you will be able to call them back to your hand after throwing them. I hope this means you will never be without a weapon. May Illuminar bless you both, Ale

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly realized he had said something wrong and corrected, "I've gotten so attached to them I now refer to myself as them. Haha." Keller laughed along while Ashley just smiled, finding the boy even more interesting. "So there's nothing that can be used to weaken them?" Keller asked after their brief laughter. "There was but all of it got burned so many years ago. You won't find any anywhere." He replied. Keller nodded while Ashley took note. The trio were in silence before Ashley tried to try her luck, "Can I get the name of this object?" Although he hesitated, he still gave out the name. "Only a sword forged from fire and sprinkled with the blood of a

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

Banging his head left and right alternately as if he was doing some kind of body warm-up before doing something. Damien smiled broadly, "It seems like this is the time." Ansel and Andrew looked at each other with puzzled looks. However, a second later they felt like their hearts were being attacked by something from within their bodies. "Your Majesty, what did you give to—" Ginny was no longer where she was sitting, but instead, she was standing behind Damien without anyone noticing. In Ginny's hand, there is already a mystical sword owned by Damien, a one-slash sword that can kill any vampire even with just a small scratch.

“What is that weapon in your hand?” Andrius saw that the attack was effective and sneered. “This blade is called the Nine-Curved Demonslayer. It’s especially used to deal with demonic cultivators like you. By the way, I got this sword from someone called Wilson Cox.” Wilson Cox! Elder Salo was struck by those words. “It really was you! You were the one who killed the Young Master!” After a brief period of astonishment was boundless anger. He stared at Andrius, his eyes spewing fire. “Boy, just surrender!”