Demonic Blades Novels & Stories

"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. Finally, Ace caught the blade's golden handle but Leo caught the wrist, turning the blade to face Ace and once again the two struggled with the domination. But the demon was not going to be so easy to overpower and had no qualms about using underhanded means. Trickery was something he was goo

Eason explained. As if proving Eason right, Zeno grinned viciously and sliced his arm open with his fingernail. Thick black demonic blood poured out and dripped onto the Sky Demon Blade. The bone patterns on the blade soaked up the demonic blood, turning black like an ink painting. It almost looked pretty. Right after, though, black smoke coiled around it. Faint streaks of blood red bled into the black lines of the Sky Demon Blade, making it look downright evil. A crushing wave of demonic aura exploded outward. Everyone felt the stench slam into their faces. Those with weaker cultivation felt terror creeping into their hearts.

My suspicions had been cleared upon upon viewing its item information. [Satanic Twin Blades - S-Tier] A Sharp Blade created from the horns of an S-tier Archdemon Satan, The second Prince of Hell, the bearer of the Cardinal Sin of Wrath. Passive Skill: Taunt Active Skill: Hell Flames, capable of enveloping the blades with the inextinguishable fires of Hell. To think, I will be able to wield such a sword in such conditions. It seems that The Daejeon Underground Subway Station Quest incident came to haunt me once again. But before that, the real question is how does Mr. Mulligan possess this blade?

They circled each other as terra considered her options, she was surely going to die if she did not find a kind of weapon lethal enough to harm a demon, Illummino She heard again, the demon jumped at terra as she slashed it with her flame blades, it landed and laughed, "I have faces flames worse than that terrena, I have spent over a millennium in hell and you hit me with that?" He said in a mocking tone, Illummino She heard again, That was when it clicked, but her wasting time cost me a slash by the demon's claw as she rolled away, it shrieked in glee as it made to kill her, and that was when terra released it, It went through the demon like a blade as it screamed, illuminos’ light, forged

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric. The young drow ducked and the blade merely shattered the chimney he was hugging. Without much effort, Nymgos spun the blade around again, keeping Minos and Rei at a length's distance. Anybody who dared to move, Nymgos would toss the blade against them, and pull it away, and spin it up again.

“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.”

Didn't want Thrakos to dig into that. "Then you'll need a ride. But first," Thrakos's tone dropped, "you'd need the Hell-blade. A sword made by my father's own hands, strong enough to gut a God down. If you want to kill my brother, you'd need the sword.” “Yeah," I mumbled as I clutched my belly tighter. “But eat now, plan later." The sweet smell of baked bread wafted through the air, greeting my nose. I turned, scanning the stalls for the source of the smell as my stomach growled louder.

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.

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.”