Demon Sword Maiden Novels & Stories

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen

( Leomord's PoV ) As soon as I saw her sword reached my neck, I remembered everything that I want to achieve. As the most powerful warrior in my era, I was assigned to every difficult task. I humbly accepted all of those, until I've had enough. After all the battles that I successfully gained victory, I decided to stop. I requested the organization to pause my task and I want to lay low. But that ain't easy, the organization promised me to pause my task after I finished my last mission. That mission is to defeat the abyssal demon from the north. Dementia, the hollow.

So, she raised the child and named him Daimonas. Daimonas became the Demon Lord, and under him was the Seven Devils who followed his every commands. One of these devils was Trakina. She's a cunning devil that fools humans or other creatures by granting them their wish in exchange for something important from them. One of her recent victims was the maiden's father. The maiden could not let this opportunity go, she needs this human to avenge her father, her people. Even if she have to leave the Sacred Tree of Life. The maiden's decision is final, she already concluded that she will use this human to act her revenge.

He then pulled something in the air as a huge sword appeared in his hand. The blade was black and thick as it emits dark energy along with the demon’s arm. He swing his sword in the air and it was suddenly emit a purplish glint as the power was deeply concentrated into the blade. Hellion received a glare along with a harsh swing of the huge sword towards her. Attacking so soon! I just asked a question! She leapt back and stayed in mid air as she examined the demons. It looks like they want to battle her one by one. Fine that’s fair enough. She let out a small smile.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

of the weapon. That weapon was the 'Maiden Sword' the main weapon of Keil, although not his wife weapon, since that place was occupied by the second sword that was in his belt the 'Qeein Sword' the second best weapon of the Damenburg castle and the Keil's trump card. With just a slight rose from the Maiden Sword, Keil destroyed two skeletons; and with this, the simple arrival of Keil had caused three losses to the enemy, lowering the number of these to 6 skeletons.

The next second, a bloody sword popped out of the void at lightning speed and instantly slashed the white-haired demoness’s neck. She was instantly decapitated! That was the Immortal-slaying Sword.

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

He fell on the ground with a loud thud and fainted. My eyes were at his sword. It was lying not far away from me. I held my head in the air, staring at the sword. At first, it started vibrating. Then it moved a little. In a few moments, it flew towards me. I grabbed the sword and walked towards the demon who was lying on the ground. I reached closer towards him. I waited for him to wake up. I wanted to see the fear of death in his eyes. He opened his eyes and his eyes widened in horror. I winked at him, holding the sword on my shoulder. Its red flames turned into blue flames. With a winning smirk on my face, I beheaded him. Then I stuck his sword in his chest and walked away from him.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.