Steel Demon Blade Novels & Stories

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

“Alpha Kale wants you in the armory.” She hustled down. Kale stood there, surrounded by enough enchanted weaponry to arm a small army: starfire blades, moon-blessed arrows, spears humming like angry bees. But he only cared about one thing: a dagger, black as a broken promise, drinking in every scrap of light. “Demon steel,” he muttered, not even glancing up. “Metal from the nothing between stars. Cuts magic like it’s butter. Or skin.” Her stomach dropped. “Kale, don’t.”

Bladed energy's entire body was golden, carrying endless killing intent. A huge figure slowly appeared behind Star Sword Emperor. It was an unparalleled emperor. It wore a Dragon Shadow Divine Robe, and its eyes were full of emperor's power. It held a peerlessly sharp emperor sword in the hand.

The chain was revealed to be attached to his giant naked blade, and he spun his weapon around like a heavy pendulum on a rope. "Great, now he has a weapon." Minos remarked, before letting loose another arrow. Nymgos's chain and blade easily knocked the projectile off its course. He spun his weapon a few more times and tossed it towards Minos and Rei who both managed to dodge out of the way. The blade scraped along the tiled roof top, sending sparks in all directions. The big drow yanked on the chain and swung it to the side, sending the blade towards Otheric.

The first blow struck like a winter storm breaking through glass. The corridor lit with flashes of fire and frost, steel and skin, scream and silence. Emma swung her Emberblade in a wide arc, the edge slicing through the nearest frost-cloaked soldier’s mask. The heat was instant—the creature didn’t bleed, it evaporated, turning to vapor with a hiss. Steve’s blade slammed down into another attacker’s shoulder, driving it to the ground. “They’re not wolves,” he snarled. “They’re not anything natural.”

The blade glistens in the sun, showing that it's made completely of silver. "XANDER! STOP!" Darius shouts at him. Xander takes a quick look behind him, baring his teeth as he does so. It no longer looks like he's human. Rather he's become more demonic than human. Without blinking, Xander stabs the knife, aiming for my chest. I manage to block his blow, but just barely. Xander manages to knock me to the ground, falling on top of me. I raise my hand up to prevent the blade from coming any closer.

“Smiter, I am bored. I think I will kill you now.” “Stop talking and do it already!” The demon smiled in a crooked smile, “As you wish,” and reached out to claw Scott as he began to dive through the air. Scott dove low under the extended arm and claw as the scorcher demon made the first move. he went straight in—low, closing the angle—his claymore blade long, using the line straight for the head. First cut across the face, “shit!” The cut wasn’t deep enough. The demon didn’t blink. It snapped at the steel, and only then did it seem irritated.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Liberty’s POV “Do you think you can get something off this?” Imelda asks as she hands me a dagger. The blade is sticky and coated in drying blood and I’m taken aback by her request and the object she hastily thrusts in my direction. “Where did you get this?” I hesitantly take hold of the handle and turn it to get a good look, its not one of ours, nor is it the dragon glass blade she had Lottie retrieve from her room earlier. I have never seen such an intricately carved handle on a weapon. All of the weapons here are purely just that, tools to keep the pace and defend the pack, but this dagger looks like an ornament. The ripples in the Damascus steel are the only feature I immediately recogni

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"