Tanjiro Demon Slayer Sword Novels & Stories

“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!”

But he didn’t know that, he couldn’t possibly know that, he was as headstrong as her brother Lorcan who was probably within the walls in front of them, far away from the demons, and for some reason, they were going to win, they had to. Benny Blanco holding Nichiria in his hands once more, his vampire lover, cursing her power which went through the sword, an immortal sword held by a mortal man, things couldn’t not actually get sweeter, than they actually were, charging at the demons, he launched their power against them, the power that made the demons shriek, the power that spilled black blood.

Rumble! As the powerful attack struck, the grand hall that was already teetering on the brink of collapse crumbled. Adrian and Alfie swiftly leaped away, landing in the square outside. Knowing they needed to give everything to defeat the greater demon and Josiah, Alfie summoned the Thunder Emperor Sword into his hand. The sword emitted crackling electric light, and one could see sparks dancing along its edge, hinting at the immense power contained within.

said the Ninth Prince with a broad smile, gazing at Jian Zian. “Become your subordinate? My sword has no place being a slave to another. My sword is me, and I am my sword! A single entity that will cut down all of you damned demons!” Jian Zian replied with a calm gaze, though the murderous intent radiating from his body made it clear he had no intention of becoming anyone’s slave—let alone a demon’s. “Well, if that’s the case, it’s truly a shame, isn’t it? Let’s continue! We’ll see who comes out on top,” and the two immediately clashed once more.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

The sword was currently his friend, and he wouldn't make it his enemy just because he didn't manage to hold it correctly. 'I really need to train using real weapons. I still don't know which should I use though. Sword or thievery weapons like wires and knives...' Jai thought as he examined the sword's blade, finding small faint cuts every where on its surface. The hilt wasn't made of wood. There was a small layer of iron on it, which was why Jai was able to channel his thunder into it and deal a great amount of damage to the gorilla beast before. That was also why Jai was cautious when Kasuga was trying to pull it out of the Gori-gori's mouth, afraid that the soldier would get electrocuted a

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.

"Since you are all sisters, then you will not regret dying here—together!" Bang! Sloan's body released some scary energy after she said that. The air seemed to have frozen. It was the breath of a Level three Martial Emperor—how intimidating and stressful! "Ring!" A sword appeared on Sloan's hand, accompanied by a clear ring. The sword was about three feet and three inches long, and it was as wide as two fingers. It was shiny too! It was the Tang Sword! The was an ancient sword, and it was an extremely rare find. It was uncommon for one to use such an unpopular army weapon.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

“You thought you could take away my son and force him to fight against me? You ought to think this through more carefully. I will not allow you to use him as a pawn in your scheme. He is my flesh and blood, not a tool for you to exploit.” I can feel my heart swell with determination as I reach out for the sword, pausing slightly to fixate my gaze on the demon Azariel. Every second feels like an eternity while I anticipate his next move, but I'm determined not to give in no matter what. My hands tremble with anticipation as they finally close around the cold metal handle of the sword. The weight feels reassuring in my grip, giving me a hint at its sheer power. “I was unwillingly dragged into