Demon Sword Novels & Stories

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.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

With the title of Sword Master, one could be a personal bodyguard, a leader, or some form of commander, of a force of soldiers, they could train men-at-arms or, in the case of Boro's teachers, future master swordsmen. As a young boy Boro had always wanted to be apprenticed by his father, who was considered the greatest swordsman in the last hundred years. But his fabled defeat at Haliax, where the False King Rohku had made his last stand, had robbed his father of his life and his legend. His father was all but certain to crush the last of the False King's army and bring the man's head to the capital. However, something went astray and Boro's father and all the men he had led were killed. Sto

The demon only hit the skeletons, crashing into every bone with its sword. “You said you’re going to kill me. Then, why are you running?” the demon asked him as it stood resting its hand holding the sword. “You are weak.” “You’re wrong. I am not running. I am just observing you first.’ He made a new ice sword and ran toward the demon in a flash. He raised his sword as he held it with his two hands. The demon jumped to escape his area of attack. He didn’t stop and continued following the demon while doubling his speed. It was no surprise the demon just stood there waiting for him.

It's a weapon, that is like a sword, but the metal part is a thin metal sheet that cut everything that comes in its way. demon:- I want to ask you for your weapon but I was hesitating that why I send you to take a bath first. NAMI go for a bath, trusting everything to the demon. the demon has placed that earring, he is waiting for someone to show up, the demon is extremely good with a double gun, most importantly, the demon does not afraid of crabs and sharks, he knows Johan will use them and then throw them like they don't matter. demon is also worried about Elsa she looks depressed and why she got plastic surgery.

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.

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

"This is yours for the day. You'll be sparring with Leon." Leon, who had been stretching nearby, looked up at the mention of his name. He offered Esteria a friendly nod, though there was a glint of determination in his eyes. He was clearly eager for the challenge as well. Esteria took the sword, feeling its weight in her hand. It was familiar, comforting even, as memories of her father's training flooded her mind. He had been a strict but fair teacher, instilling in her the importance of discipline and precision. She had always been a more defensive fighter, preferring to wait for the right moment to strike rather than rush in blindly. But now, with the demon blood coursing through her veins

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

Aziz hissed louder, tail lashing, then backed off, eyes fixed on the box, unblinking, twitching like he’d pounce again. I inched forward, hands trembling. “I’m opening it,” I said urgently, “Maybe something inside is freaking him out.” I leaned closer to the box, ignoring Aziz’s warning, and lifted the lid. A scimitar sword lay on a velvet cushion, its ruby-inlaid handle gleaming under the mosaic lamp, my fingers ached to touch it. The instant I gripped the handle, Aziz unleashed a scream that froze my blood. His body swelled, black fur rippling, teeth jutting like sabers.