Fantasy Demonic Swords Novels & Stories

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

The demon did not see that coming so it caught him and he fell down dead to the floor. He removed the digger and attacked a Demon, the Demon blocked with his own weapon but the attack at him was strong as it shifted him a few distance away. The beast launched another attack at him and this time around he missed the defensive measure he tried to use causing the sword to cut his head away from his body. The beast attacked a one-eyed Demon and this time the fight was fierce. Their weapon clashes and the beast withdraws and attacks again, the one-eyed Demon blocked it and the beast launched a kick at him knocking him away as he crashed his body into many trees.

There was a black mist coming from Sarah's eyes as she stared at her opponent. " I WILL KILL YOU!" The demon yelled in rage losing its composure. Its tentacles were divided into thirteen and were shot in her direction. "I will purge you!" Sarah whispered. The teen kicked off the ground, leaving a pile of rubble to elevate off the ground. As she dashed, dodging the multiple tentacles, a black mist formed in her other hand creating another sword. With that, she cut through the multiple attacks and performed a few flips dodging others. When she got close enough, she slashed its chest drawing a good amount of blood.

When unsheathed, the blade absorbs the wielder's vitality and returns it for as long as the blade takes a life. [+60 Attack] [Each time it is drawn or swung, 200 HP is depleted] [Passive: the more blood the sword consumes, the stronger it grows.] I scowled. This was a forbidden weapon. I've heard about banned swords before. It had a long history and was never intended for nefarious purposes when it was created. These so-called forbidden swords were originally the swords of courageous warriors who fought against demons. These swords were made from demon blood by the inhabitants of this world to battle the demons, despite their ignorance of the potential negative implications.

"So... You two are getting married." like that Statement from Dean, repeating Ariesta's story. The man had serious doubts about Edzar's plans, just like Ariesta, unsure that everything would turn out well. The problem is they're tricking legends. The world famous Treasury. The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

I glared at him and threw the damn sofa on him. He was able to dodge it but his speed wrecked due to losing an arm. I flared more of my wings and set the fire around the room we were fighting. I saw the signal in the sky that Stefan needed me but i can't leave Nate alone. "Aunt Sol, find Stefan… he gave you the signal. I will deal this demon." I ordered her and she nodded in agreement. Before she left, she gave my sword back. "I found it in the castle display, i thing it belongs to you."

“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.

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki