Fantasy Demon Sword Novels & Stories

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring states period. It was a demonic blade ironically called the Demonbane. This must be it! "It's said that the Demonbane must drink blood every time it's unsheathed. Its owners had always been the Island Nation's legendary battle demon, and all of them had killed many." "Demonbane? What a good name. It makes sense for me to use this sword to kill a demon from the Island Nation," Harvey said nonchalantly.

A man tapped my shoulder, I turned. He was taller than me and had long silky hair the color of wheatgrass. His skin was pale and his limbs were a little awkwardly long. He had a warm smile and a concerned look in his eyes. He was a little cute. “I’ve never seen an avian demon before.” He grinned. “I’m Varian. Can I help you find something?” I sniffed briefly. He was fae, some sort of nature fae. Silently, I thanked the deity for help.

Jess told Demon, who snorted at that warning. "Do I look like someone who wants to attack you? Even if I wanted to, you are not a match for me, I will defeat you with my eyes closed, that is if we engage in a fight," Demon said to Jess and to show her what he means he flip backwards raising his legs to air and kicked out the lightning sword out of Jess hands and jumped in the air and grab hold of it. "You see what I mean." He told Jess swinging the sword sideways like an expert and gave her back her 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.

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.

“No-no, he’s just emotionally constipated! It’s consensual—” Faust moved. One breath and he was gone from the torchlight. The machete flashed, slicing straight for Paimon’s side. The Demon King blocked it with a clawed hand, metal shrieking against otherworldly bone. Sparks flew. The forest howled. Paimon growled. “You dare—” Faust pivoted, sweeping his leg low. Paimon leapt back. The machete followed. It didn’t glow—it hummed like it was alive.

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen