Demonic Blade Mga Nobela at Kwento

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

“The Knife of the Heavens.” The words sent a sharp, cold chill down Daniel’s spine. His head snapped up just as the elder reached beneath his robe and unsheathed a blade unlike anything he had ever seen. The celestial blade shimmered like molten gold, pulsing with divine energy. The moment it was drawn, Daniel felt it in his soul. This was no ordinary weapon. This was something crafted to kill things like him. “A death by this blade will sever his existence completely,” the elder stated. “No rebirths. No resurrections. No cycles. If we strike now, the entity will be erased forever.”

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

She grasped the deformed blade tightly as she closed her eyes giving herself a moment to think. The demon saw her defenseless state and grinned wide as she bare her fangs towards her. She excitedly held her blade and lashed towards her. Hellion felt the surrounding with her eyes close. The movements felt so clear and the pitch black scene shows images that are slowed down like she was watching a very heart moving scene.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Wrapped in silk were crescent-shaped blades with jeweled handles, the same exquisite style, rubies glowing like fire. “Well, hold it firmly in your hand,” Aziz instructed. I gripped one. The rubies pulsed with red light, the blade burning hot in my palm. “What is this? What does it do?” I gasped. “It is reacting to your presence,” Aziz said. “These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person”

The demonic blade pierced his bones and almost cut off half of his head. The Second Demon Lord screamed miserably. He had almost cut his brain into pieces. The pain went deep into his divine soul, making him tremble. The demonic blade was one meter long. It cut horizontally into his forehead and stuck in his bones. Blood dripped down the tip of the blade, forming a line of blood. The Second Demon Lord looked as if wearing a large cap. "Why do they do this? Do the Fiends all like to torture themselves? It's too cruel. It scared me to death," Flaming Qilin muttered.

The dagger must have been something special because the demon disintegrated into sparks which faded away. “Yes!” I whisper yell my victory. If I can help him even a little bit, one demon at a time. That would work. After a couple of demons, I had gotten hang of it. I could tell later that I was embuing magic in the blade I was working with. The blade was absorbing my magic and then it used it to kill the demons I was stabbing. I don’t know how much time passed but at one point, Shedim and I were back to back.