Demonic Blade Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Teresa opened her eyes exposing its scarlet color. "Her eyes, she is now using her demon power! " Rioka was stunned at this event. Teresa swings her sword. And the combined attack of her opponent were all torned to pieces. While Leomord's lance is cut into half all the way to her shoulder. The two stepped back as soon as they witnessed the true power of Teresa with her demon power activated.

With a sudden, supernatural burst of strength, he yanked his broadsword back and swung it in a frantic, unhinged blur. ​I raised my blade to parry, my boots sliding over the slick stone floor. But the demonic strength driving his steel was immense, far heavier than any standard Alpha weight I had ever faced on the border. The brutal impact shattered my defensive stance. I staggered backward, my breath catching in my throat as a wave of sulfurous heat rolled off his armor, nearly blinding me.

As the two blades hit and clanged, the floor they had stood on cracked from the strong impact. Kael clenched his jaws from the vibrating pain in his arms. ‘What a powerful … weapon,’ he thought while he parried his sword against the legendary cursed blade. “I told you … Lucas is gone.” The demon drove a powerful kick at Kael’s gut. Although Kael had blocked it with his arms, the force itself blasted him away, slamming his back against one pillar. “Slash of Divinity!” he cast as he sliced the air with his sword downwards. The golden arc bolted towards the demon, aimed vertically.

Neron said. " No, No Neron...Akron is a moron and I know that, I just can't waste my Omnipotent time dealing with a puppet like him, I could just erase him from Existence right now but it won't be fun, I need to have fun " Derek said and he giggled. " What are you up to Derek? " Neron asked. " The Dark Blade of Light has been an Immortal slayer all this while, It can awaken dark and light beings from their slumbers with ease, I am Omnipotent right? I am just like the Creator but not like him Really "

Gorged on the divine essence of thousands, Duanyuan let out a hum that shattered the clouds. Its ordinary blade completely transformed, reverting to the terrifying, ink-black Blade of Ten Thousand Demons it once was, wreathed in chaotic fire. Jun Che shuddered. "No," he said in disbelief. "That is no imitation." "That is the real... Duanyuan!" He looked at me with renewed suspicion, demanding once more, "Who are you?!" "How can this ultimate demonic weapon, which only obeys its master, be so subservient to you?!"

Alex saw his moment. In a swift motion, he shifted back into his human form, landing gracefully on the bloodied ground. In his hand, he gripped a small knife, its silver blade glistening ominously. This was no ordinary weapon, it was coated with Daimon’s mother’s essence, the one thing that could destroy him forever. Daimon barely had time to react before Alex thrust the blade deep into his chest, piercing his blackened heart. Daimon let out a deafening, blood-curdling roar of agony. The sound was so piercing, so raw, that it sent shockwaves across the battlefield.

Belief. I had given all three. The scars lived on my skin. My mind held the names of those who died in divine silence. My faith had fractured under what I had seen—but I stayed. And tonight, I would give more. I stepped onto the dais and lifted the ceremonial dagger—the Black Blade. Not forged metal, but obsidian fused with the bones of priestesses who had died mid-prophecy, minds split by divine madness. It could cut through flesh… and fate. I drew it across my palm again, deeper than before. My blood struck the altar and hissed.

Her skin was warm, her pulse quick under my thumb. "So you want me even more attached to you?" She didn't answer, but her fingers tightened on mine. That was all the permission I needed. I retrieved the small blade from my medical kit, the one I kept for ritual work. The handle was worn smooth from decades of use, and the edge was sharp enough to split skin without resistance. "This will hurt," I warned her. "But only for a moment." I drew the blade across my palm first, watching the dark ichor well up from the cut. Demonic blood looked different in the orange light. It shimmered with an oily iridescence, like oil on water. Then I took her hand and made a matching cut across her palm.

"You wanted the dagger for yourself did you not? Or was it to destroy it so that no one would be able to kill you?" Soon enough, a sharp blade glinted against the light as Crystal pulled it from the strap on her thigh. "This special blade can kill all creatures as powerful as they may be. Made from the finest metal, this blade is blessed. Take it Ace and use it to kill this demon! Just as the dagger would have hit Ace's hand, the demon roared and breathed fire, jumping into the air to catch the blade. Falling to the ground in the scuffle, punches and kicks were thrown, as the two men struggled to overpower each other.

They would never submit to such an evil being. When they heard his words, they rebuked him, “Keep dreaming if you think we’ll surrender to you!” Kayne sighed and said, “Well then, I’ll use your blood to prepare for the daemonic god’s arrival.” Immediately after, he swung the crimson blade, and countless demonic shadows surged. The blade expanded rapidly and grew so large that it blocked the sky. Everyone felt the ground shake under the terrifying assault. To their horror, the once tightly sealed barrier cracked. "Damn it…"