Demon Swords Novels & Stories

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

However, as soon as they ran ten steps ahead, they were blown away by Sporus’s attack. “Blade!” “Sword!” An old man’s voice emerged from behind Tyr and Dillon at that precise moment. When they turned around, they noticed Demi’s appearance. It was unclear how long he had been standing there, but he held a blade and a sword in his hand. Those were the Celestial Blade and the Sword of Grace. “Catch them.” Demi, who was more than twenty meters away, threw both weapons at the duo. Tyr and Dillon immediately stretched out their hands and grabbed their respective weapons in their hands.

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.

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.”

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.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

"Eve's power is to suppress the demon's aura when you confront it. The bandages will bind the demon's hands, feet, and neck, making it easier for Reinhard to fight it, even if just a little." "Then why don't you want Eve to do it for me?" "Mystical weapons possessed by demon spirits, sometimes the main ingredients for making those weapons are body parts of the demon corpse itself. For example like mine, Ginny's sword, Andrew's spear, and also Ansel's claws. They all have mystical weapons with materials that are the main part of the body of the devil itself. As for you," Damien paused. "Your scythe is a weapon that the Grim Reaper uses. In other words, it's not a mystical weapon made from a p

I then gawked at the Katana, steel sword, having no idea where to place it, or even how to use it. I had never thought of training with a sword, nor have I imagined of being a swordsman one day. The demons preferred making use of handy fighting tools that they easily could hide; tools like darts, daggers, and so many others. This was because they never use tools after transformation, so it was easy to take out their clothing and the tool with their mind when transforming, and keep it somewhere easy to remember in their memory for when they change back.

I simply dodged it with a minimal side step maneuver and with swift and elaborate motion I strike with the Short Sword. Looking down, a dagger was now sticking out from the top of his chest. It was the Satanic Twin Blades. Nebuchadnezzar II raised his head and glared at me with bloodshot eyes. "This is…." "Yes, it is…" "How dare you…." he wailed. I looked directly into the General's eyes. Without looking away, my arm blurred. As fast as the lighting, I decimated the remaining demons, skillfully detaching their heads unto their bodies. I discreetly sent a message to the General with my lips as their heads rolled across the floor.

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.