Demonic Blades Novels & Stories

A girl or a woman can become anything she wants to be. She looked into the grey misty eyes of the second demon nearest to her. Her dagger sank into his spine, slicing through his bone. He collapsed to the ground as blood spluttered out from the back, the girls just stood there, shocked and terrified, too shocked to do anything—to even run. The remaining two drew out their weapons— enchanted blades made from fallen angel bone. She welcomed the challenge.

"Your mom made me take this. Said you'd need it." I accepted the blade, feeling its weight. It was heavier than I expected, and covered in symbols that seemed to shift and move in the corner of my vision. "What's it for?" "Killing demons," Skye said simply. "Or at least hurting them enough to make them rethink their choices." Despite everything, I almost smiled. Almost. We approached the gym entrance together, and with each step, I could feel the magic inside me responding. Growing stronger. More insistent. Like it recognized we were walking toward danger and wanted to protect me.

"Thought you could use proper equipment." He opened the case. Inside lay two curved blades made of meteor silver. "They're beautiful," Tamara breathed. "Beautiful and deadly. Magic is great, but what if it fails?" Derek picked up one blade. "These will work when nothing else does." They moved to a clear area. Derek showed her basic forms. How to hold the blades. How to move with them instead of against them. "You're a natural," he said after an hour. "Most people take weeks to get that fluid."

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

Caine eyed the blade, running his fingers around the blade and checking the handle that held the blade in place. "This is no ordinary blade," Cainw said, his voice low and serious. He recognized the emblem immediately. "It bears the mark of the Diamond Shadow pack. It doesn't just bear the mark of the Diamond Shadow pac. Anyone who is in possession of a blade like this is on a special mission given by their Alpha. And it serves as the mantle of authority passed from the Alpha to the warriors who possessed this," Caine explained, still scrutinising the blade. "With this blad, the person in possession can have direct access to the Alpha. Not even the head of the warriors can match the person's

He crashed across the battlefield, carving a deep canyon through solid stone. Silence followed. Lucien slowly stood. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He touched it with trembling fingers. Then stared. He was bleeding. For the first time in thousands of years... He had been wounded. His crimson eyes lifted toward Kael and Rhydian. There was no anger in them now. Only disbelief. "Impossible..." The Creator finally rose from the throne. The heavens trembled. "The Twin Blades were never meant to destroy darkness." Kael frowned. "What are they meant to do?"

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…"