Sword Demon Novels & Stories

Why did the Goddess give me a man as a mate? Yet he was the sexiest, hottest creature I'd ever seen, and my cock throbbed just to let me know. - Angel? - Dominic says, looking between me and him. So that was Angel. When his parents chose his name, did they already know that he would look like an angel? With the field in silence, looking at the two of us, I advanced to him while the word that everyone guessed came out of my mouth: - Mate. Then what I didn't expect happened. Angel jumps in the air and when he lands a magnificent wolf appears, as big as Sonny, but with white fur and green eyes, in contrast to my wolf's black fur and navy blue eyes.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Unable to detain myself, I smashed my fist against his jaw. “How could you, Arion? He was your fucking brother, and she was my mate!” Arion had landed on the ground a second after I hit him. His head was turned away as he looked down at the sand, spitting out blood. He didn’t move from his spot but instead started laughing. “I guess there is no sense denying it now. Without the Dragon Stone, she is useless.” Arion slowly rose to his feet. Not wanting him to have the last laugh, I dug into my pocket and pulled out the Azurite Dragon Stone. “You mean this Stone?”

Dante: “Where did Alessandro run off to?” I asked Nicolas who shrugged as he chose a knife. He smirked and handed it to me, his eyes growing menacingly dark as his wolf grew high with a bloodlust adrenaline boost. “He would be back” Nicolas said, choosing a knife for himself before approaching Leonardo whose eyes widened in surprise when he dug it inside his dick. The man’s eyes widened in surprise, and screaming, we both watched as his blood poured as his wails of pain, squirmed, and thrashes grew relentless.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

He threw the dead body away angrily and grabbed a shield standing out to him with a demeaning aura. "I see your father's wizard is with you right now but I will beat you to it." " Let's see you try." He spat. He raised his sword high up in the air and brought it straight down to chief Medellin's arm but he ducked, guess he wasn't fast enough. Medellin pushed him off with his staff and just when he thought he had lost his back to the hard ground he felt himself hanging on the air. He tried lifting up his sword but his hands felt numbed like jellies, the sword fell loosely from his hand and dropped to the floor, he was suffocating, his bones getting more weak.

“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down. “You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,” “Madchen, she addressed her,” We will allow you to have one more shot at him if you can stand it, anything you want,” She managed to stand up straight, and take in a deep breath. She was physically spent, but something with a little less effort…

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.