Red Blade Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

As soon as the demon's blood-red skull became visible, Rhychard swung the sword as if hitting a fastball out of the ballpark. "No!" Laci screamed, but Rhychard tired of waiting. The demonic power that had been stored inside the blade sliced through the air, striking the demon in the forehead and yanking him the rest of the way out of Jayden, sending him soaring across the circle to smack into the invisible wall on the other side with a loud thud. Jayden's body crumpled to the ground, unconscious. "Renny! Now!" Rhychard yelled. Renny flew across the circle, her arms already summoning her power as she reached Baltabek. Tansy reached out and broke the salt circle, just as Renny took a step, and

The priest announced and the king made his way to him. A priest handed him a golden dagger and the king slit opened the middle of his palm with it. The priest held the chalice under the bleeding palm to collect the blood drops and the moment the blood touched the liquid, it turned scarlet red. "Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood."

I'm just about to drive my blade through Jonathon’s heart, finally, after all the blood and games, when movement flashes at the edge of my vision. Instinct takes over. I pivot mid-strike, blade skimming wide as I counter with my elbow, narrowly blocking the oncoming blow. The force behind it stings. He steps out of the shadows, tall, composed, his black hair slicked back like he walked out of an old portrait, but those eyes, those glowing red eyes, scream hunger, control, obsession.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

Jayden asked looking at his magic. “No, I am a Spell-Blade, a demon.” He mused. “The only thing that can kill me is a vampire, the only other thing that can stop my race is a Queen that has to be summoned, and she comes from your line.” He said before hitting Jayden with the magic. Jayden went down, the Spell-Blade stomped on Jayden’s leg shattering the bones. He screamed out in pain.

"Three thousand kilometers of demonic light!" "Beast God Slash!" The magical powers of the three Demon Venerables came from the same bloodline, and they complemented each other. When the pale white snow moon hung high above Caspian's head and fixed him here, another thousand miles of demonic light rushed over from all directions! Every streak of demonic light was accompanied by a blood-red saber. There were hundreds of thousands of blades, some howling like wolves, some roaring like tigers, and some roaring like dragons. They were both real and false, as if every strike was real or fake.

It reacted with supernatural swiftness, catching Ralph's sword mid-air with a clawed hand, a sadistic smile playing upon its blood-red face. Undeterred, Ralph swiftly shifted his grip to his left hand and struck with relentless precision, slashing at the demon's waist. Crimson blood spattered the floor, a stark reminder of the brutality of their encounter. However, to Ralph's dismay, the demon's wound healed almost instantaneously, his flesh mending itself before his very eyes. Shock and frustration coursed through Ralph's veins, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

The crack widened fast, spiderwebbing across the floor in every direction, and from it came the demons, not the six that had been watching from the walls but dozens, pouring upward like water finding a drain in reverse, their wrongly jointed limbs unfolding as they hit air, their knuckle-crack sounds overlapping into a grinding roar that filled the basement and bounced off the black-sheeted walls. Reed was fighting before I'd fully registered the scale of it. Silver blade in each hand, moving fast, cutting through the nearest cluster. Aveline had her blade out too, and Kael, Kael ignited the dark power in his blood without hesitation and waded into the mass of them, the charcoal lines on his

Kharvek seized the moment, lunging forward with a brutal overhead strike. Adrian twisted— Too late. The blade grazed his shoulder. Pain flashed through him as blood spread quickly across the fabric of his shirt. A growl rippled through the room. Vaelreth’s claws tightened against the armrest of his throne. The demon general laughed. “Bleeding already, human?” Adrian ignored him. Instead, he shifted his stance. Calmer now. Focused. Kharvek attacked again. But this time Adrian moved first. He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply—