Demonic Blade Novels & Stories

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

A gray-black scimitar appeared in the hand of the ghostly Emperor Grand, slashing at this path covered with light, which was filled with human and demonic forms, and the path path of heaven and earth destroyed was miserable. It's just that this path's light blade is too far apart from Tadhg Walter's light, Tadhg Walter's light, covers everything, like the coming of Killing Religion, the evil Emperor Grand's blade light, only contains the transformation of humans and demons. With the right path, where can it be compared to Tadhg Walter, with one touch, Emperor Grand's evil sword light will explode. A loud bang sounded, and a deep groove appeared on the ghostly Emperor Grand's chest, and a lot

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

Not to her surprise, not even a single one from the group was now in the room. She was extremely ashamed. "Aren't you going?" The boy asked, looking at Megara. Megara didn't pass him a look and turned her gaze towards the struggling demon. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and in no second the head of the demon rolled down on the floor with blood gushing out of his neck like boiling water as the demon fell on his knees and stiffened in the same position. Megara took out her handkerchief and cleaned the dirty blood off her shiny sword.

That didn’t deter me because all I could think was keeping them away from Talia till she gets on the other side of the portal. As I murmured a silent chant in the air, a sharp metallic dagger appeared in my hand. I sliced the wind through the dagger, admiring the sharp silver blade winking at me. The dagger was sort of my gift for a job well done, something I got right after fighting the previous King of the throne. It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy.

I could feel the hot sticky blood ooze down my leg. "Next time you forget who's in charge here, It'll be your neck." He said lowly. His hand clutched my hair painfully as he yanked my head back and pressed the blade to my now exposed neck. "No more games. Now you talk." He whispered menacingly in my ear. "I don't know what you want me to say" I responded, my voice sounded weak.