Red Blade Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Then Liora Kane. Preppy emo vibe—sarcastic, introspective, total artist. Paints in her spare time, writes poetry that could cut glass. She’s got shadow manipulation; can bend darkness like it’s clay. Witty as a whip, but she’s got layers. Broods a lot, questions everything. She’s the one who’ll psychoanalyze you over coffee and leave you wondering if you’re broken or brilliant.” Jax took over, smirking. “Ravenna Slade. Biker goth. Tough exterior, direct as a punch to the face. Adventurous—leads the outdoor clubs, cliff dives at midnight, that crap. Loyal to a fault once you’re in her circle, but intimidating as hell getting there. Her power? Kinetic absorption. Takes hits and throws ‘em bac

The fight came fast and brutal. Demonkin poured from the ridge—crimson-skinned, horned, axes dripping ichor. Valrosian blades met them in a clash of steel and shadow. Victoria fought like liquid night—blurring between foes, fangs and blade reaping equal toll. Raven stayed close at first, raising fallen soldiers with quick gestures: smoke coiling from her palms, corpses jerking upright, violet eyes flaring as they turned on their former kin. But the demonkin mage-lord had prepared.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

Shylah approached and lifted Black Blade's shirt. Howard's gaze fell on the chest, where a dark palm imprint stood out against the skin, the area around it a sinister shade of red. "Hm?" Howard's eyebrows knitted together at the sight. "Sir, can you make out what this is—" Shylah turned to Howard. "The Ink Demon Palm," Howard interrupted her with a heavy tone. "What!?" Shylah gasped. "Sir, are you saying that Black Blade was attacked by the Dark Shady Cartel?"

The lady chases her chosen opponent wherever they go and chop their bodies into pieces until she's satisfied. In this battlefield... in this moment... one impersonates the word evil. And it's not the demon present on the surface of the Earth but the lady in red in the sky, holding a gigantic scythe and wearing an empty smile on her face. THE WIND started to have a scent of blood and black magic. The place is starting to stink as the ashes of the demonoids killed by Shane also starts to mix in. Everyone is busy fighting for their lives and fighting for their own goals and objectives. Except for one.

Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history. The cold zephyr blew, and the warm breath he was hauling became visible as he steps furthermore. Still, Vander remained standing. Bold and with no sign of fear to be reflected on his face. His eyes flashed red and the sword on his hand ignited with blue flames as the environment around them changed and perhaps it was from Vander’s ability of illusions. “It would be nice if I were to end you here. Do you still remember where we are?” he taunts as the sound of crickets occupied.

He also couldn’t recognize if the silhouette charging at him was a human or not due to the shroud of darkness provided by the night. A powerful oppressive force charged straight at him. It was as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on him. He had the same reaction when Baxter arrived at Blade Hero's tomb. Arghhh!!! Dillon made a great effort to move his body, but it was all in vain. A figure appeared in front of him the next second. Despite being so close, Dillon couldn’t see his face clearly. The scene was eerie, to say the least. “Dillon White, Sword Warrior.”

Zeel being an assassin type fighter and having nimble movements and speed held two short demonic blades and using the terrain to his advantage slid through Andrea defence and went directly to Hakan. That took Hakan by surprise but it was not easy. With amazing speed as well, Andrea jumped towards Zeel and struck him which forced him to go on a defensive mode and using his two swords he managed to block but he was pushed back. Before he could regain his balance Andrea dashed towards him again with amazing speed and ready his sword to slash him. Zeel covered his face using his swords but knows that the blow would still injure him and was waiting for it. Andrea swung his sword and......CLANK!

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.