Fantasy Demonic Swords Novels & Stories

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

She took up the swords and swung them in her hand, saying "Tsk tsk tsk. Look how you're lying on the ground. Aren't these the same swords from that night? I've got to say you sure took good care of them." She ran her finger over the sharp blade and returned her gaze to him. "Only to be killed in my hand from the very sword," she said as she lifted the swords, which were engulfed in deep blue flames. He saw a mischievous look on her demonic face as he looked at her completely black eyes, waiting to die. The swords were lifted into the air, and one of them pierced his body, ripping his thigh muscles.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

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 mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

“I don’t get it, father.” “The sword is possessed by a powerful demon, Dethnar, one of the pets of the Demon King. He consumes the dark emotions of all the wielders of the sword … hatred … pain … envy … thirst for revenge … Dethnar is the one giving the sword with tremendous power … just by devouring the souls of the people slain by the weapon.” “So what does that have to do with Lucas?”

Wrapped in silk were crescent-shaped blades with jeweled handles, the same exquisite style, rubies glowing like fire. “Well, hold it firmly in your hand,” Aziz instructed. I gripped one. The rubies pulsed with red light, the blade burning hot in my palm. “What is this? What does it do?” I gasped. “It is reacting to your presence,” Aziz said. “These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person”

But the giant sword was lightly held in her hand, and her figure slowly floated into the void. Ding Hao stretched out his hands as the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword appeared in his hands at the same time. The demonic flame on the Devil Saber sword was rolling and the Rusted Sword was buzzing when strange power spread out. "Haha. What a pair of reckless bitch couple. Do you want to resist? How can you be my opponent? Where is Great Phoenix Saint? Come out and show yourself, or this pair of dogs will die right here." The Second Heavenly Demon sneered and did not take Xie Jieyu and Ding Hao seriously at all.

“This is from my foster parents who had killed a demon. This was from the demon they killed. Magical bows are from the demons like elves more specifically.” “Well, someone had gifted it to me. I don’t know where it came from but it must be from a demon then.” “How was your work today, Blue? You must be careful when you are on a mission.” Miranda tells Blue, spreading some jam on the sliced bread. “It was tiring. We found out that demons who cross over are a little powerful. Their forms are weirdly shuffled.” “Abyss...” Miranda mumbled. “Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”