Demon Sword Maiden Novels & Stories

Arisa started as we walked to the kitchen, "are we going to stay here again for another night since what happened yesterday or..." "Actually, that reminds me, where is the sword?" "Same place you left it." She looked at me oddly as if I should have already known. "Obviously neither I nor Liz can pick it up." "Huh? Why?" She sighed, "Sometimes I forget you don't know too much about the demon world since you grew up with humans." She paused a bit before continuing, "Demon swords are as powerful as the ones who created it. Only others with demonic power as powerful or more so can lift it and use it, but only the creator can use it to their full potential."

It was slender, delicate, concealed, like a snake hiding in the shadows. The sword's name was Dark Divine! The name of this sword suddenly surfaced in Chase's mind. "Not bad. Truly worthy of someone who possesses an Innate Path Physique." The mysterious maiden's voice rang out. Chase looked up and sure enough, she had appeared again. However, Chase now clearly saw the mysterious maiden's face. She seemed somewhat familiar! Chase recalled for a while, yet still could not remember who she was. Seeing Chase's thoughtful expression, the mysterious maiden frowned slightly. "You know me?"

I will rather give up my life in exchange for peace in my realm. I will arrange a meeting straight away and give out my instructions. I don't need my wolf to command my people. I have Dainné with me, Dianne is the name of the sword gifted to me by the moon Goddess, only me for thousands of years that had passed can wield that sword. the sword when unsheathed can never be sheathed back without it tasting or spilling blood. a bloodthirsty sword and one of it kind. I stretch my hands and open my palm in front of me, a fine-sheathed sword with a carving of a wolfman and a moon engraved on it.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

“One hundred percent. I would have sliced her hand off before she even had the chance to transmit the charm. Your mistress was un-transmitted” “You mean your mistress?” “Anthonier you already know who I am talking about” “I do but at the same time I’m trying to lighten the weight of this situation, we need a break. It’s all coming too fast” I understood him perfectly. “In order not to divert the topic, what else did she say?” “With regard to the sword, she claims she was the only one who held onto it. In an attempt of self defense, it was the nearest she could grab and the only contact it made with the guard was when she stabbed him”

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

In a jolt Grey grabbed the sword holding it in from of him. "Oh please put that away, I come in peace!" She walked down the stairs coming face to face with the tip of the sword. "Or not! Mind you, a strike will be ending your human attachment. It will be a shame to waste such a youthful vessel on a failed shot!" The sword came lower but still at the ready. The demon sat on the last staircase and crossed her legs. "What do you want!?" Grey asked. To him a demon's word was as worthless as a drop of water in a sea. He thought of ways to end him without Grace getting caught in the cross fire but came up empty. He was left with no other option but to bargain.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Innis pulled out all the stops, and in magic, that means something. You could even say, it plays the defining role. The next step was the glyphs: death, summoning, blood, hunt, demon. She asked for what she needed, no more, no less. Just to be on the safe side, she took a dagger in her hand. Not for physical protection—what could she do to a demon? She held the blade in such a way to easily injure herself if anything happened. Demons could charm people, after all. In that case, pain was the best remedy.