The Demon Sword Master Of Excalibur Academy Novels & Stories

“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.”

But the light from her eyes reflected off of her blade, illuminating the inscription. Her holy fangs. Blessed by the Goddess and gifted to the chosen pair to balance the power and happiness across the world. The creature’s eyes widened again, struggling in a last ditch effort to save himself... he stood and tried to run! “SUBMIT!!!” Only a single word was uttered and he looked shocked as his arms were locked to his sides and his knees went weak. Forcing him to kneel down. The Judge swiped her sword, plunging it deep into his chest, skewering the heart that had recently started to work again. The sword drove deep, piercing the ground below him as he looked on in shock!

"Soul magic is something that all dukes are familiar with. For us to be able to defeat these monsters, we must learn it. To vanquish a demon, as the saying goes, you must become into one." Guila, Anthony, and Gildar exchanged mute nods as they exchanged glances. Dior, on the other hand, continued to stare at the monster with anger in her eyes. "I'm sorry to dampen your mood, but I'm simply a newly born demon. I wasn't involved in that conflict, in essence. My hands are clean!" With an innocent expression on his face, Rage stretched his hands out in exasperation. Ifrit locked her gaze on the creature. "I was unaware that devils had mastered shamelessness in addition to becoming excellent liar

Same as how Rion actually didn't need to eat to keep on living, but it just felt nice to taste and eat a meal. "Master Rexa," Rion greeted the old man. "It is indeed nice to see a legendary person like you here." Master Rexa laughed out loud. "What legendary? Are you trying to mock me right now? I'm just an old man with a back problem. What legendary are you talking about? Hah... you just want to sweet-talk me right now, didn't you? Quit it already! I'm just an old man." Master Rexa was a sword master from Frozen Lotus Pavilion. He was a senior sword master, well-known for his skill and vast experience. Even famous masters like those from Liebu Moluntain had high respect for him. He was trul

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

After two weeks’ worth of practice, Thea had grown extremely familiar with the Demonic Sword. The Demonic Sword was created by the Malevolent King while he was in a state of insanity. Its true power can only be realized by consuming the Spirit Turtle’s blood and entering a state of near insanity.

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp

said the demon in his deep voice. “I will do exactly what you said,” he said to the demon as he took out a sword made of ice. “I didn’t think I’d see you here,” the demon said. “From the tone of your speech, you seem to know me.” “Of course. My young master is very interested in you,” the demon explained to him. “But a god like you sent here in the human world will never win over us.” “If that’s what you’re saying, that means you’re here because of your young master’s orders.”

The demon did not see that coming so it caught him and he fell down dead to the floor. He removed the digger and attacked a Demon, the Demon blocked with his own weapon but the attack at him was strong as it shifted him a few distance away. The beast launched another attack at him and this time around he missed the defensive measure he tried to use causing the sword to cut his head away from his body. The beast attacked a one-eyed Demon and this time the fight was fierce. Their weapon clashes and the beast withdraws and attacks again, the one-eyed Demon blocked it and the beast launched a kick at him knocking him away as he crashed his body into many trees.

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.