Red Blade Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

He got out of the thick smoke, but the demon was below him, releasing a dark slash. Fortunately, he avoided the dark slash when he released an ice slide. He made the end of the slide reach where the demon was. Before the demon could attack him again, he quickly slipped into it as the dark slash passed to his left. The dark slash split the clouds in the sky. When he got close to the demon, he hit him in the side with his sword. The wound was deep, making the dark red blood overflow.

He collapses at my feet, limbs spasming uselessly. Their line breaks. Their screams erupt into chaos. Daemon barrels into a group of three, slamming one into a tree so hard the trunk cracks. Blood sprays across the snow as he rips the spine out of the second. The third tries to run—Daemon drags him back by the leg and tears his head off like it’s nothing more than cloth. I’m barely aware of my own movements. I’m a storm. A living blade. A fury that bares its teeth and does not stop.

She should look like some heavenly fairy, yet she poured out suffocating killing intent that made people's blood run cold. Seeing her, the Sky Demon Blade got even more worked up. The faint red glow that was barely there suddenly took over. The bone blade that glowed pale white changed into a red and white treasure blade with only hints of black patterns running through it. The white haired girl Absolute Evil snorted coldly. Her eyes blazed red, glittering like the Greedy Wolf Star above. Right then, the three demons could not hold the Sky Demon Blade back anymore. A thin red streak of light tore free and shot straight toward Absolute Evil.

"You wanted the dagger for yourself did you not? Or was it to destroy it so that no one would be able to kill you?" Soon enough, a sharp blade glinted against the light as Crystal pulled it from the strap on her thigh. "This special blade can kill all creatures as powerful as they may be. Made from the finest metal, this blade is blessed. Take it Ace and use it to kill this demon! Just as the dagger would have hit Ace's hand, the demon roared and breathed fire, jumping into the air to catch the blade. Falling to the ground in the scuffle, punches and kicks were thrown, as the two men struggled to overpower each other.

The blade began to glow—burning blood-red, as if it already sensed the coming blood. And then the ground trembled. As though something massive stirred beneath the soil. The treetops rustled—not from wind, but from weight. Mass. In the next heartbeat, the air tore open. Something burst from the shadows. A demon. Not like Kael. This one was twisted. Its body bare and unarmored, shoulders made of bone, limbs long and agile. Its skin was yellowish, covered in a wet membrane, its eyes glowing blindly—as though it didn't see, only sensed. Sharp, whip-like tongues lashed from its mouth, and as it leapt, Rea saw only a blur of crimson. But Kael was already moving.

Basille slowly stood up and stood before Ruben unafraid, like the warrior he was, jutting his chin out and standing tall. Ruben gave him a look of understanding and respect. “Very well…show me what the power of Blood Reign can do.” Basille said in a quiet, proud voice. Ruben grit his teeth as his black eyes glittered with red specks of light. Basille was suddenly ripped apart at a cellular level, atomised in the blink of an eye. A large red mist hanging in the air all that was left of the great Demon Lord. Within the red blood mist a glowing orb appeared. Ruben frowned as he looked at it. Basille’s golden core of power…

The look of a man who loved his masterpiece. I looked at him, and for the first time, I didn't see a shield. I saw the killer who had signed my brother’s death warrant twenty years ago and was currently holding his leash. My hand moved beneath the silk robe. The Phantom Blade—the titanium needle I had retrieved from the nursery chair—slipped between my fingers. One strike. The jugular. Damian leaned down, his cold hand reaching for my forehead to check the fever he thought was just a symptom of his child. He was vulnerable. He was close.