Red Blade Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.

challenged a skeptic, stepping over the red boundary. With a swift burst of energy, a head tumbled away. "Keep it up! My blade hungers, and I'm indifferent to the number it feeds on." "Demonblade Victor!" The instigators backed away in fear. He did not mess with a semi-Empyrean strongman. Every day brought a fresh kill, yet the onlookers kept coming, drawn like moths to a flame. "Pah, mere insects!" Victor sneered, shaking the blood from his blade with contempt.

The moment the walls of agony were lowered between us, a pain rippled through my whole body as if I were being beaten. “Take me back to Silver Crest!” I glared at the two female demons in front of me. “No.” Patrea shook her head and spoke calmly. “Let the two handle the situation there.” "They're hurting Blade!” “No. No… They won’t.” Lucy said. “Adan will never hurt Blade.” Unlike the bind I created for Lucy and Adan, I would not bear any marks if Blade got hit or cut, but I knew what I felt, and my anger towards Lucius just grew.

“Fuck, it’s Thorne.” Serenity blinked as Thorne’s stance changed, his center of gravity lowering and slowly, two thin blades slid from the inside of his jacket sleeves. She tried to melt back against the wall, as Thorne readied himself, but she was also morbidly fascinated to see the demon fight.

No wings this time. While he moved at a slow pace, Ryden was distracting him. I could feel the air rushing through me as I dove down fast with my fists aiming at the demon’s face. I slammed my fists as hard as I could. The power blasted on its cheek, snapping his head. “Ryden, throw me the sword,” I told him through our link. As our gazes locked, he nodded and threw it within my reach. I caught it and hummed against my grip. Before the son of a bitch could recover, I slashed and slammed it against his arm. His devilish cry roared as its arm fell off.

The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique, Blade Three. Whoosh! Blood splattered everywhere. The Demon Emperor was unable to dodge this slash, and his enormous body with the size of a large beetle was severed into two. Large drops of greenish blood poured down like torrential rain. "Ah, are... are you the Younger of the Twin Gods of Massacre?" The Demon Emperor was greatly shocked. He had been seriously injured by a single strike.

Multiple blade shadows in the shape of wheels emerged from the sword, attacking Wilbur in all directions. These blade shadows were forged out of spiritual energy, glowing with runes as they spun through the air and over to Wilbur. Right after the Ghostly Wheel Slayer, Syd sent the sword slashing down. "Dynamite Slayer!" he shouted again, and a ray of sword energy shot out towards Wilbur like a shooting star. Wilbur was completely surrounded by countless blade shadows then. This Dynamite Slayer blow was all the more ruthless, channeled using all of Syd's spiritual energy.

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."