Fantasy Demonic Swords 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.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

I was barely able to react, and I don’t know what that other one can do. The demon tears his coat, revealing a huge broadsword with a jagged blade. I take my classic stance, at the same time, casting a protective spell on my body. “By Fos, I’m going to ache after this.” The demon rushes at me again, sword in hand. As our swords clash, I immediately cast a reflection spell. Isa kenaz hagalaz” The force from the clash rebounds and the demon is stunned. As I dash forward, I run my hand across the blade and whisper “Thurisaz” The blade crackled to life with electricity, and I simultaneously slash the demon across the chest and release the lightning. He drops dead and I start walking towards the

Lucas leaped up from the ground and held up the Immemorial Dragon Sword. The Immemorial Dragon Sword's sword light began to gather at rapid speed. "Holy...Domineering...Demonic...Sword...Script!" The SSS God Ranked Skill, Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script flew out from the Immemorial Dragon Sword. Countless devils and gods weaved their swords and flew out like lightning. "Ah. Ah. Ah!" In an instant, countless screams entered their ears. When Carlton, Belinda, Appiah and Aurora saw what was happening, their already pale faces turned even paler.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

- Souji asked since he was interested in the sword. "Yes. That is it's name. 'The Demonic Sword of the Emperor' Gram! A sword used by the Norse Hero Sigfried, used to slay Fafnir. It's the strongest Demonic sword that exists, rivaling 'Collbrade' or 'Caliburn' in strength." - He finished explaining. "Caliburn?! It exists?!" - Souji asked. Ever since small he read about the story of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table' so the sword was rather well known for him.

Its aura was so suppressive that even Village Head Fan felt his breathing grow heavy under its nonexistent gaze. “The Demon Sword Durandal: that which bestowed its name to my son. The demon sword that reaps countless of lives. Its gaze is as oppressive as always. And it rejects me once again.” Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword.

One swing made an incision in the cave several meters ahead, and the incision was engulfed in blood-red flames for a few moments before the flames were extinguished. "Lord ... I am very, very grateful," said Andrew who turned back and knelt on one knee. Lucifer disappeared, returning to Damien's mystical sword without saying any more annoying things. In this way, Damien's two strongest collections of shadow troops obtained weapons that were also extremely powerful. A pair of gauntlets that had claws made of the sharpest fangs belonged to the serpent demon lord of the seas, Leviathan. And a spear made of the ribs of hell's gatekeeper, Chimera.

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!