Steel Demon Blade Novels & Stories

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

A glint of a blade to his throat. I don’t hear her whispered words, but I watch her jerk the weapon across his jugular. He flops to the ground before burning up going back to Hell. She turns around but not without a scratch. Her shoulder sags a little, but she ignores it as she cleans the blade with the inside of her shirt and sticks it back up her sleeve. I recognize the blade instantly, even from all the way over here. Where did she get a demon blade from? There’s no doubt that I have the right girl.

Blades etched with cryptic symbols glow softly when enemies near. ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: Quick, stealthy stabs (low damage, high crit chance) ‎- Range: Close combat (bonus in tight spaces) A spark pain tore through my chest. “Come on, so I don't even deserve a decent weapon? I lost everything and this damn game can't even offer me a fighting chance." I mumbled to myself my vision blurred with rage. “Screw this sick Demon games."

‘Let’s get this over with,’ He said. I held my left palm up. On my wrist where a symbol had been inked. I placed my other hand over it and a soft glow appeared in it and it materialized into a special weapon. The devil's blade. It belonged to the Nightshade bloodline and was a gift from Daemon. Zayden's eyes shimmered as he caught sight of the blade. “Interesting. This would be fun,” His eyes gleamed a malevolent red, his demon seething just beneath the surface.

The ozone scent in the room faded, replaced by cold iron and salt water. "You want revenge," Damian said, his thumb grazing my jawline. "I want erasure. The men on those screens—Sterling was just the first. They believe the DNA Key is an asset to be harvested. They believe your womb is a Morton Global sub-division. They ordered the Correction. I was the instrument." He pulled back, walking toward the mahogany desk that sat like an altar in the center of the server farm. He opened a shallow, velvet-lined drawer. When he turned, he wasn't holding a pen. He was holding the original Phantom Blade—the heavy titanium needle he’d confiscated weeks ago. The metal was dull, absorbing the blue light o

Shelby yelled to stop him but it was already too late Blade had seen him coming and used his sword to run through him, straight through the center of his stomach. Damien's eyes widened in shock as blood gushed out through his mouth before he slumped down to the ground dead. " No!!!!!! " Shelby screamed and struggled painfully to her feet, her eyes glittering red with rage. He stumbled a few times on her feet before righting herself as she glared with murderous hatred towards the guy. Blade smirked evilly at the furious savage look in the blonde eyes. " You are no match for me, and could barely stand on your feet, I have to say I am greatly disappointed as I expected more fights from you. "

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.