Swordsman Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

"Do you really think that I will do that?" "Then explain to me what you are doing behind this place and pretend that you're inside?" I demand. He didn't respond for a moment but I felt his ragged breath near my ear and his arms that wrapped on my shoulder tightened. "I took care of the demon earlier." He whispered. "Wha–." I tried to turn around to face him but Liam prevented me from doing so and pulled me really close so that even the thinnest air couldn't pass between us. "I'm a demon slayer." He said and Jiroo and Ayu burst out into fits of loud laughter.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

Not that this is my first time but this people are different. It's the pack of the demon alpha. I wouldn't believe I would be here even in an hundred years to come. Some nice looking maids came to put the serving dishes on the table. Those dishes are quite expensive. Looking at the one they placed on the demon alpha's path, I'm so sure it's not steel but his dishware and goblet were shimmering like diamond. I wondered what they are made of.

“What is that weapon in your hand?” Andrius saw that the attack was effective and sneered. “This blade is called the Nine-Curved Demonslayer. It’s especially used to deal with demonic cultivators like you. By the way, I got this sword from someone called Wilson Cox.” Wilson Cox! Elder Salo was struck by those words. “It really was you! You were the one who killed the Young Master!” After a brief period of astonishment was boundless anger. He stared at Andrius, his eyes spewing fire. “Boy, just surrender!”

he muttered, and crawled forward. A boy stared up through the emergency hatch—acne, braces, eyes like coins and waved. Scott waved back at him, and a girl beside him clutched a plush koala and didn’t blink. “kid’s it’s o.k. I am one of the good guys.” Scott climbed onto his knees as he pulled himself onto the top of the coach. He unsheathed his sword from the towel, unwinding it. Demonslayer slid into his hand with Familiar weight and balance. He twirled the claymore with his right hand.

Aiomi carried me as he dodge Frain’s one blow. He placed me far away to the area. I lost my breath as I watched them tirelessly bout each other. A few minutes passed and Aiomi and I fought him together. Frain was a good swordsman and he gave us a hard time. After all, he was once a student at the academy of swordsmen. As I distract Frain, Aiomi was able to slash his clothes down to his chest. Frain’s chest was filled with blood. It was flowing as he continued his aggressive attacks.

“I didn’t consider that. Sorry. Please hold out your arm.” Clara held out her left arm. It was perfectly unscathed, with no cut marks. The old cigarette burns from her bullies weren’t there either. It was a nice sight. She looked up to see the demon pulling out a knife from his cloak and knew her arm wasn’t going to be unscathed for long. He slashed his arm and held it over her arm with the blood dripping down. “I’m going to cut your arm now, you can close your eyes if you like,” he announced. “This part is the bonding ritual.”

I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his. I got it, the director was good at swordsmanship. Knowing he lived longer than any of us, he was also a demon and part Nephilim, he could beat me easily, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight and tried my very best to defeat him even if it was nearly impossible, like one in a billion chance. He pulled it up and slammed right into me. Blocked by my sword, I used both hands to push it up, but he was stronger, and I fell on my knees to the ground. Gasps erupted from my friends.

Princess only needed to point to the person, and the demon sword would do the rest. The category “A” demon sword. A sword that requires blood and can perform well once it has it. Some criminals began fleeing because they were terrified of the demon sword. Prince couldn't let the robbers walk away with all the money they had stolen from the shop. The hands of the last three people were severed. The shop's entrance drew their attention. I noticed two powerful men running towards the location from afar. I scanned them and discovered that they were martial power level, 3 conjurers. I didn't mind them because I knew they weren't a suitable match for Princess.