Fantasy Demonic Swords Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

I roared and snarled, reaching behind the top of my spine and sinking my nails into my flesh. Long ago as a gift, my birth mother crafted a sword from my spine magically. It's a part of me that I can easily dig out from the top of my back, pulling out the magical Slayer Rhachis! The sword that pierces through any magically created realms or protection barriers and having my dark magic and demonic energy pulsating through the crafted destruction made it hard to wield, so it's barely used unless my enemy's magic becomes a challenge. I grunted feeling the blade slithering out of my back and Sylest turns around and snickers my way. After teleporting in front of her way and causing her to stop wa

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

Fvck ! We needed to get out of here !! We did not come here to start a war ! And to top it all, we certainly did not come to tell everyone that not all demons were dead !!!! I watched in awe as the demon warrior smoothly cut his way through the hordes of incoming warriors and wolves as he wielded his fire glazing sword. Effortlessly back flipping over the army, heads rolled off on both sides while hell sending kicks were executed with perfection. Soon enough, chaos ensued and the pack land was bathing in a red sea while witches tried to subdue my furious mates with their magical spells.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

With his eyes and thick lips glistening with omnivorous drives, he slices through the flesh smoothly without any extra efforts. Laurel feels her own breath choking her and the long lost appetite returns. But then, it is not the plate of full scale chicken resting in front of her almost untouched that she longs for. As she holds the silver knife lightly, she cannot help but wrap her fingers around it even tighter as she observes Malcolm’s sudden interest in Christian. The only thing she thinks of is the dirty blood that constitutes of this vile creature spilling all over the animal skin rug beneath her feet – one that she constantly tries pulling with her feet as a means of letting out her fr

“Or is it the alcohol? Stronger than it used to be, huh?” I just stared at him, rigid, trembling, brain short-circuiting. He sighed again and grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks with his free hand. “You’re stiff as a noble at his own beheading. Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Promise.” When I felt his grip loosen, I smacked his hand away and stumbled back. “What the fuck are you?” He raised a brow. “A demon, of course. You summoned me, remember?” My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. A demon? What kind of sick joke is this? Demons don’t exist.”

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