The Demon Sword Novels & Stories

Hannock took the chance to raised his sword and swing it across, cutting through the other demon who knew her. Who is he? Why does he know her? The moment Hannock was about to wield his sword again, Mizuko was quick to draw her bow. "Hannock!" She roars, her breathing heaved and her lips shaking. Hannock then looks at her. It was like her uncle had changed form. "Don't move or I will shoot you!" "Shoot me?" Hannock asked, a lopsided grin plastered on his face and he sobs a sarcastic laugh. "But I'm your only family, my dear. You wouldn't want a brother who embraces his demon side, would you?"

Their stares were piercing into each other like they were in a battle. Clairra could release her arrow and let it fly into the demon’s heart but she sure knows how fast he can dodge it. Love? How does this demon even know that word? Demons don’t know how to love! All they do is fight each other, betray each other for the throne, trying to conquer the world they live in! “I will ask for the last time, demon, who are you?” The intention to shoot her arrow was obviously written in Clairra’s face and there was no other thing a demon likes but to play games and keep your fire growing. He looks up grinning at her.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

In fact, the sword’s aura alone was enough to make the demonic spider start inching backward in fear…! The sword was one of the Zeman family’s ancient magic artifacts, and it went by the name of Demondie. Forged using extremely masculine and righteous auras from heaven and earth, it was no wonder why the spider was so vigilant toward it. Not wanting to waste any more time, the enraged Walter leaped forward, swinging his sword toward the spider while roaring, “Die!” Now in a state of panic, the screeching spider immediately raised its pincers to block the attack. To its horror, the Demondie Sword simply sliced its pincers off!

"Ugh ..." Owen lost his way of escaping from the demon's device. He did not know that the devil was waiting in this place and was preparing to eliminate him when hope had filled his head. "I can't believe you can find it! it looks like you are not ordinary soldiers!" "Who ... who are you? are you the Demon Lord Diavolos?" "Maybe!" "Wha ... what?" A black sword emerged from the bowels of the earth and immediately entered Aiden's grip. A shining sword, he swung several times to frighten his prey, who was trembling in fear with a very pale face.

However, how could a devil survive in such a clean and bright place? There was no time left for him to think deeply, for the demon attacked him as quick as lightning. His sword whistled in the air, turned into white radiance, and chopped the demon into two pieces. The Unsullied sword was capable of protecting its master, so it was no surprise that it won this battle. After the demon was cut in half, it turned into dark mist again and immersed into the ground. The Unsullied Sword whistled and flew back to Xiao Chen, surrounding him slowly, with the magic white light to protect its master from evil.

Was she trying to make me jealous? "No," the demon interrupted. He was still in a deadlock with the fully transformed hell hound. His sword kept flashing and the hound continued to throw his black flames in response, forcing the demon to back up. The demon jumped over the hell hound again, but this time he didn't attack him, but plunged his sword into the heart of one of the others that had been standing by. "Derek!" the hellhound screamed. The man looked down to stare at the blade in his chest before going limp and his body was consumed by dark blue flames that chilled me to the bone.

Then, they noticed that there seemed to be a mysterious force preventing the recovery of the parts that were chopped off. They tried all kinds of methods, but they could not escape this force. At the same time, this force was also eroding their bodies. What happened? The Sky Demons had plundered many universes, and this was the first time they encountered a weapon that could restrain them. The two Super Sky Demons panicked. “What’s that sword in your hand?” The Super Sky Demon stared at the red long sword in David’s hand and asked. “It’s called an Evil-Splitting Sword, and it’s made to fight evil. Coincidentally, you’re the evil it hates. How do you feel?”