Demon Sword 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 felt like I had a few broken ribs. The man sighed. I recognized him, he was the head of the human section. The one running the training. “Are you healing?” He asked. “I’m trying. I’m not at full power. Thank you. I didn’t want to hurt him.” I breathed. “I’m Dennis Ryan. Head of the human fighters. Serena said you weren’t supposed to go demon. Sorry this happened, but that was impressive. I don’t think any other supernatural would have been able to hold back as long as you did.” Dennis said with an impressed tone.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

No, this was one of the higher level demons there were. I really wish I had father's sword right about now. The flaming sword of an angel would do us a lot of good. That's when I thought of Ares' golden sword. Perhaps the magic within would help kill a demon as well. I have trained with swords with mom all my life. I could cut this demon to pieces if I got the chance. "Ares, your sword!" I yelled at him.

There was a black mist coming from Sarah's eyes as she stared at her opponent. " I WILL KILL YOU!" The demon yelled in rage losing its composure. Its tentacles were divided into thirteen and were shot in her direction. "I will purge you!" Sarah whispered. The teen kicked off the ground, leaving a pile of rubble to elevate off the ground. As she dashed, dodging the multiple tentacles, a black mist formed in her other hand creating another sword. With that, she cut through the multiple attacks and performed a few flips dodging others. When she got close enough, she slashed its chest drawing a good amount of blood.

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

“No-no, he’s just emotionally constipated! It’s consensual—” Faust moved. One breath and he was gone from the torchlight. The machete flashed, slicing straight for Paimon’s side. The Demon King blocked it with a clawed hand, metal shrieking against otherworldly bone. Sparks flew. The forest howled. Paimon growled. “You dare—” Faust pivoted, sweeping his leg low. Paimon leapt back. The machete followed. It didn’t glow—it hummed like it was alive.

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

She explained, and I asked “So what ???” I asked “This can only kill one demon maybe your choice is Dimitri Black, then why don't you kill him on your own... why me ???” “ Because I can't go near him and if I will try his evil powers will warn him of danger and I will get caught... But you can do it because he can't even think that this silver knife can be with you.” With that, she explained everything and gave me that magical weapon, I got some confidence and I hid it immediately... Before I could say anything more, out of nowhere she blew air to me and I felt my eyes heavy.... then fell asleep...

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.