Sword Demon Novels & Stories

The horses of the others stopped, near the sharp cliffs, and bowing as if at the sight of a frightful monster they raised their front legs and turned back, these beasts had a sense of their own that scared to death like moon dogs, this meadow was something cursed and you could tell in advance that you could die like a dog. Of the ten young men, only two sacrificed their swords for their masters, and Dixon at the age of seventeen armed himself with a very large bow with which he could crush armor, iron heads like blades protruding like sharp thorns that served wonderfully. the master in distress, a quiver caught in the saddle of the saddle gave him enough security to gallop the archer, and at

No one had ever dared to humiliate him that way. How dare a Dramonian youth like Sebastian slap him in public? He would make Sebastian and Dramon pay for each slap with tens of thousands of lives. There was a sharp, shrill twang from the sword that echoed around them. The dark light on the Demon's Sword gradually turned a deep green. "Oh, no!" Even Alice cried out in fear when she saw what was happening. Although the Demon's Sword didn't qualify as a sacred weapon, it was filled with Saydan's demonic power!

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."

If you don't have any idea what Dildo is, then I recommend you to remain to know nothing about that. "It's Kabutowari (A small knife-shaped Jutte also known as helm splitter. It's believed that the Samurai in Foedal era used this weapon), you idiot!" GEM-B sweeps Alfi's leg that he falls on his knee and he is about to stab Alfi with that Dildo, eh I mean Kabutowari. Alfi swiftly rolls sidewards to evade that Dildo attack. "Hey, don't move around! You messed everything up." GEM-B sighed.

"The Great Body Extension Swordsmanship?" The other three Demon Saints were shocked when they saw the huge blue sword slowly turning into a human form. The Demon Saint with a snake's body and a dinosaur's head roared as he recognized the origin of this magical power, and the look on his face changed involuntarily.

"Sword, I can't be in this forever. I can't. And I can't kill my precious mom either, it's just so impossible for me. You won't free me, so kill me" "Wow" Sword said and he suddenly grew monstrous and angry in a matter of minutes. His eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth grew long and pointed like a wolf's, his fingers turned to class and he had a hairy wolf's tail on his buttock. His head began to expand, displaying veins in weird places.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.