Sword Demon Novels & Stories

He got up himself and wanted to do nothing more than to spend the rest of his day in bed. Then he heard something. Like metal slicing through air. How he heard that? Well with the slicing and everything was quiet so he could hear it. He opened the door and he could see Megumi with a sword, and she was moving it around and that was scary. Really scary. She could fight, use a gun and now she had a sword. The way she moved was so choreographed and she looked like she was dancing. Her form and her movement on the mat with her rolls, and her flips, and the slice of the shiny blade. That had him gulping.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

A way to create a weapon with words: Powerful, mighty words. "Sincon Hivat Mitan!" I yelled as I brought my palms together. A light started flashing around my arms as a heavy object land on my palms. I grinned as I saw two Dragon's tongue swords. Their sharp edges designed to cut the skin of demons. True to its name, it was made by the mighty dragons. The red symbol lighting up as I held them with my hands. I caught the back of the demon as it was turning to another corner. Idiot. How long can you run a-

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Everyone was waiting for Adrian’s order, but he seemed uninterested in pursuing the Sword Demon and instructed them to rest instead. Zector was puzzled and asked, "Sir, why aren't we tracking down the Sword Demon immediately?" "Based on my assessment, the Sword Demon expended a significant amount of energy to break through the barrier. Therefore, he’s likely severely injured and has sought a place to hide. Additionally, I just scanned the area and found no trace of him. It seems that he has successfully concealed his whereabouts. So, there's no need to rush things for now. When the time is right,

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sword's blade against my shoulder, ready to strike as the beast drew closer. "Hisss!" I held my breath as the dominus drew near, and then with a powerful motion, I swung the sword with all my might. The blade cut through the air swiftly, cleaving through the serpent's body. The dominus thrashed wildly before its severed body sprayed forth black blood. Its head and body crashed to the ground simultaneously, lifeless.

Swunggg~ … A very sudden swing of the sword almost managed to hit Damien's body from behind. Damien turned around and Reinhard was right in front of him, with Damien's mystical sword that could kill anyone with a single slash even if it was just a scratch. “[... Looks like you've forgotten who your master is ...]” Damien said while smiling at Reinhard. Or rather, towards the demon race spirit of his mystical sword that was possessing Reinhardt's body. "[... Is this what is called a dog that bites its own master? ...]" Reinhard was silent for a moment and smiled back at Damien. “… [Die] …”