Demonic Blades Novels & Stories

The blade glistens in the sun, showing that it's made completely of silver. "XANDER! STOP!" Darius shouts at him. Xander takes a quick look behind him, baring his teeth as he does so. It no longer looks like he's human. Rather he's become more demonic than human. Without blinking, Xander stabs the knife, aiming for my chest. I manage to block his blow, but just barely. Xander manages to knock me to the ground, falling on top of me. I raise my hand up to prevent the blade from coming any closer.

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?!"

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.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

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.

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

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.

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.

The Promethean blader used the plasma blade gauntlets striking the other Demon several times before smacking the monster’s head off. The Blader followed up with a flurry of punches with a powerful uppercut knocking the demon into the air before he delivered a powerful downward swing slicing it in half. Marky moved in after Rex and Genji cleared the way as he shot several soldiers in the head killing them instantly. One of the possessed jumped out of nowhere trying to impale Marky he dodged to his left pulled out his laser pistol shooting the soldier 2 in the body and 1 to the head before he used his cloaking field to reposition himself.