Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

The few demons we had in the kingdom use their powers to strangle the rogues. ‎ ‎And through it all, Elara’s voice echoes faintly across the bond: Hold the line. Protect the wounded. Fight for each other. ‎ ‎I tighten my grip on my sword. “For the Kingdom,” I whisper. ‎ ‎Then I dive back into the chaos. ‎ ‎A rogue twice my size barrels toward me, eyes wild. I wait till the last second, then duck low and slash across his knees. He howls, stumbling. Before he can recover, I jam my blade into his chest and twist.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

I moved away and stood between the ladies who were all waiting for them to start. "Is there any question you would like to ask me before we begin?" Ducan asked. "Yes. As a demon king, is it necessary to use a sword?" She asked. "Well as a warrior leader, is it necessary to use a sword?" He asked her back. "Of course because it guarantees my protection." She answered.

Princess only needed to point to the person, and the demon sword would do the rest. The category “A” demon sword. A sword that requires blood and can perform well once it has it. Some criminals began fleeing because they were terrified of the demon sword. Prince couldn't let the robbers walk away with all the money they had stolen from the shop. The hands of the last three people were severed. The shop's entrance drew their attention. I noticed two powerful men running towards the location from afar. I scanned them and discovered that they were martial power level, 3 conjurers. I didn't mind them because I knew they weren't a suitable match for Princess.

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.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.

"Or, I can give you a quick death right now, dive a dagger to your chest while no one's looking, hopefully you got a heart in there I can fatally wound. You can then join your friends in the fae afterlife, or wherever it is that your souls go when you die. But for that you will need to answer my questions. "Where you found that bow, were there artifacts in there? Any other ancient weapons of any kind? I'm looking for something in particular, a short sword about yay long..." As Minos spread his arms to motion the length of the sword, the drow lurched her head forward snarling at him, surprising both him and the kids gathered behind him.