Novel & Cerita Fantasy Demon Sword

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Damien said. " Enough of the introduction. Show me what you learned for thousands of years". Damien yelled as he charged at him. They fought furiously till Damien beat Dante. He fell weakly to the ground breathing heavily. Damien calls out a sword as it magically appears in his hands. "Demonic… . sword??". Dante's eyes widened in shock. " Shocked?? I expected that. Now it is time for you to die". Damien raise the sword up about to stab him " Max!! ". Dante yells.

The growl evolved and fluctuated in so much rage. He is faster than I imagine and getting closer sooner than I expected. I pull my sword out of thin air. The sword that's been forged by the man who is famously known as the "Devil's hand". Every soldier and warrior dreams of possessing a weapon that is been forged by him. It is said to be indestructible and the only weapon that can kill a supernatural being. You may be wondering how I possessed a such treasure, well, he used to summon me and wished to be the best blacksmith in the world, so I gave the Devil's hand and in return, instead of taking his soul, I ask him to make me the best sword that can kill all types of supernatural being inclu

However, how could a devil survive in such a clean and bright place? There was no time left for him to think deeply, for the demon attacked him as quick as lightning. His sword whistled in the air, turned into white radiance, and chopped the demon into two pieces. The Unsullied sword was capable of protecting its master, so it was no surprise that it won this battle. After the demon was cut in half, it turned into dark mist again and immersed into the ground. The Unsullied Sword whistled and flew back to Xiao Chen, surrounding him slowly, with the magic white light to protect its master from evil.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Samael's arm around me tightened, but he leaned forward, drawing me along. My heart raced as my fighter turned towards Samael's chosen demon. Sam's demon swung his axe, but my fighter was quicker, launching his razor-sharp sword towards the back of the demon's head. The braid of the demon was cleanly severed. "Oh my God," I whispered, watching the strands of hair fall to the ground. Samael's hand slid to the inside of my leg, and I felt his rapid heartbeat against my back. "These weapons are razor sharp. They can cut through anything," Samael explained in my ear, his head close to mine.

"Let the game begin." Vargas stood and laughed. "Killing you will be as much fun as it was killing the pastor's little toy. Poor girl never knew what she was being groomed for until it was too late. And now you will…Aaaarrrgghh!!!" the demon roared as he clutched at a golden pole that suddenly thrust through his heart and chest. The creature's scream was deafening as his head jerked back, his claws reaching for the girl behind him. Rhychard jumped in the air, swinging the Guardian Sword with both hands. The blade flared hot. The voices howled as the sword sliced through the demon's neck, severing his head from his shoulders. Suddenly, the demon exploded with black flames and vanished.

“Why were you looking for me?” Lucas rises from the dark, coming after the demon fast. He’s holding the sword he just pulled from his own chest and slashes it through the air in an attempt to cut off the demon’s head. But the blade just passes right through him, as if it’s made of smoke. The demon turns, extending his hand toward Lucas, and closes his fist. Lucas’s hands go to his neck, trying to break the hold the demon has on him. Lucas drops to his knees, coughing, and blood pours from his lips.

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.