Demon Sword Novels & Stories

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

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.

Elijah, David, and James, who were on his butt were moving around, to shield themselves from the crazy attack of Chayan. Despite the clash between the body and the weapon, the Demon Sword was the one that received the damage. It was a high-tier item that he purchased from a skilled blacksmith. Not only had the best durability, but it was also supposed to have the highest strength that could slice anything. Yet, the sword was damaged by Shadow’s fist. Climatically, the Demon Sword failed to overcome the shock and was bent. The proud fire sword that could slice anything was helplessly deflected. “You bored me, Chayan,” Shadow spok

In an instant, the scattered thunder and lightning around exploded, dense and crazy, and shot toward the surroundings. The rhinoceros demon was shocked and angry, and his eyes were full of astonishment. At this moment, the explosion of lightning in front of it was suddenly torn apart. A huge sword that looked more like a stick came out from inside and pierced through his chest. However, the rhinoceros demon was tall and strong. He stood up close to three floors. The Death Word Sword, which could fill the cultivator's chest in an instant, was now poked in his chest like a chopstick.

The woman replied in a thoughtful tone her features hidden by the slight shadow cast on her face. Another man spoke up from his position leaning against the door of the room "What should we do now My Lady? What are your orders?" He asked. He was dressed in more conservative fashion, similar to those who tend to dress in to enter the temple. His outer robe were dark brown, and the inner grey robe was buttoned up to the top. He has a sword strapped to his side as well as a small bottle of wine hung be his waist. In his hands he held a wide rimmed hat, his posture shows that moments ago he was prepared to set off.

Then, they noticed that there seemed to be a mysterious force preventing the recovery of the parts that were chopped off. They tried all kinds of methods, but they could not escape this force. At the same time, this force was also eroding their bodies. What happened? The Sky Demons had plundered many universes, and this was the first time they encountered a weapon that could restrain them. The two Super Sky Demons panicked. “What’s that sword in your hand?” The Super Sky Demon stared at the red long sword in David’s hand and asked. “It’s called an Evil-Splitting Sword, and it’s made to fight evil. Coincidentally, you’re the evil it hates. How do you feel?”

“I don’t get it, father.” “The sword is possessed by a powerful demon, Dethnar, one of the pets of the Demon King. He consumes the dark emotions of all the wielders of the sword … hatred … pain … envy … thirst for revenge … Dethnar is the one giving the sword with tremendous power … just by devouring the souls of the people slain by the weapon.” “So what does that have to do with Lucas?”

As he decided on his own words, he picked up the small precious-metal sword by the handle in his fingers. Brow furrowed in adorable bewilderment, Dillon's gaze bounced from Tony to the sword. The blue topaz in the hilt was radiant enough to even reflect the minute amounts of starlight onto his skin. Why was he confused? Did he not want him to slay a demon for him? Tony readied his weapon for battle and lightly squeezed him in his arms. Time to cut an insecurity to pieces.

He pressed on the left hilt of the dagger, where a diamond piece reshaped the dagger into a long shinny sword. The sword didn't just shine, it glowed, one cut from the sword could be enough to kill a low tier demon, even a little slice. He could hear and feel their fear and repulsion towards him. “Filthy Wolf, he dares to hold the goddesses sword against us when he is also one of us.” The deep, sultry voice spoke from the shadows, this didn't bother Darkness however, all he wanted was his human, and he would leave. The time for war hadn't arrived yet.

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.