Fantasy Demon Sword Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Teresa opened her eyes exposing its scarlet color. "Her eyes, she is now using her demon power! " Rioka was stunned at this event. Teresa swings her sword. And the combined attack of her opponent were all torned to pieces. While Leomord's lance is cut into half all the way to her shoulder. The two stepped back as soon as they witnessed the true power of Teresa with her demon power activated.

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Satan could hardly bear it as he placed his palm on Lilith's face and burned her face because it was Bella's, his Isabella. Lilith raised her hand in the air. There was a roar gutted down and a big sword inserted through Satan's back. And it was no ordinary sword. It was Lilith's favorite commandment armament and the most powerful sword in Hell. Satan grunted as his black blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Lilith pushed him aside and stood with an unrecognized face that was charred by Satan's palm.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

My semi-clawed hand was ready, and I wielded the sword Ryker had given us, a gift from the moon goddess, capable of slaying demons permanently. With my claw, I slashed at the demons, plunging the sword into one's chest. Another charged at me, but I dodged, waiting for an opening. More demons approached, attacking with dark magic so forcefully that my grip on the sword loosened, and it fell to the floor. Before I could recover it, a demon kicked me hard. I moaned in pain as its claws plunged into my side. Despite the agony, I stood back up, retaliated, and managed to reach my sword. With renewed vigor, I fought off and successfully eliminated the demons. *****

He didn’t care whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, and he came here aggressively. Caspian's sword radiance descended. Even though the demon’s flesh flew everywhere, he didn't die. He could also absorb the vigor and continuously strengthen himself. This was a great fiendish demon, different from ordinary fiendish demons. Caspian's two fingers formed a sword as it slashed down at the great fiendish demon. Boom! As the sword beam slashed down, the three-headed, six-armed great fiendish demon was split in half. His internal organs were all over the ground. The scene was horrifying.

He then pulled something in the air as a huge sword appeared in his hand. The blade was black and thick as it emits dark energy along with the demon’s arm. He swing his sword in the air and it was suddenly emit a purplish glint as the power was deeply concentrated into the blade. Hellion received a glare along with a harsh swing of the huge sword towards her. Attacking so soon! I just asked a question! She leapt back and stayed in mid air as she examined the demons. It looks like they want to battle her one by one. Fine that’s fair enough. She let out a small smile.