The Demon Sword Novels & Stories

I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers. Ice began to encase its hooves, freezing it in place, unable to move. Where did it come from? Before looking around to find the source, I took the opportunity to behead the demon with my sword. These swords were made to kill evil and that's all this demon was. Pure darkness. Once its head rolled on the ground, I began looking around.

“Why were you looking for me?” Lucas rises from the dark, coming after the demon fast. He’s holding the sword he just pulled from his own chest and slashes it through the air in an attempt to cut off the demon’s head. But the blade just passes right through him, as if it’s made of smoke. The demon turns, extending his hand toward Lucas, and closes his fist. Lucas’s hands go to his neck, trying to break the hold the demon has on him. Lucas drops to his knees, coughing, and blood pours from his lips.

Sporadic sparks erupted between the sword blade and the sharp claws; the demon's skin was even tougher than steel, and ordinary sharp weapons were unable to injure the slightest bit of it. The man flipped his wrist, however, and seemed to pour some kind of marvelous and holy power into it, and the cold blade of the sword quickly flashed with a pale golden vein. The next thing he knew, the blade, which had been restrained by Crosier, easily sliced through his palm, slicing down horizontally, and finally slicing off half of the demon's small, slender arm. "... because he has a terrible temper," Shaykh added nonchalantly, apparently too late.

Jess told Demon, who snorted at that warning. "Do I look like someone who wants to attack you? Even if I wanted to, you are not a match for me, I will defeat you with my eyes closed, that is if we engage in a fight," Demon said to Jess and to show her what he means he flip backwards raising his legs to air and kicked out the lightning sword out of Jess hands and jumped in the air and grab hold of it. "You see what I mean." He told Jess swinging the sword sideways like an expert and gave her back her sword.

With successive rumbles, the extremely horrible Demon Aura pillars finally collapsed. They were evenly matched. "Who are you? You don't know the meaning of death. How dare you stop me?" The Demon Royal roared. In the surging bloody Demon Aura, his figure was like a giant demon. "Swoosh!" He was greeted by a flaming sword shadow. The gigantic sharp sword was burning like a raging fire. It cut the sky in half like a divine sword in the hands of a deity. The enormous sword blade just shook lightly, and it separated the red Demon Aura all over the sky, directly hacking at the body of the Demon Royal. It was incomparably sharp.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

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.

"Is there something you can do to help?" "I did some research. The wounds on his side were caused by a creature with claws. I'm guessing it was a demon. I can make a potion to heal the wound, but only if I get something of the attacker's." "Like a piece of cloth?" "No. Hair." "There is no way the demon will give that to us." My eyes widened. "That would require us killing the demon." "Therein lies the problem. We don't know who the demon was."