The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

It contained the emotions and desire of man which interspersed with a terrifying destructive aura that was heading toward Severin like a tidal wave. "Is that all you got?" Severin furrowed his brows and scoffed coldly. He swung the Oculus Blade to create a powerful sword beam that was nearly a thousand feet long. The bright sword beam cut through the sky and dispersed the demonic energy like a piece of cake. "Go!" Baldwin raised his arm and grabbed the air in front of him with his fingers when he saw the incoming sword beam. His fingers were shimmering with black radiance. The power of rules appeared from the void and transformed into a black demonic claw smashing toward the sword beam.

I remember Isaac Knox saying, 'You must live and achieve your goals. This proves that Isaac's and my brothers' souls—Werner and Casey- live in my body. Casey threw the hunter's sword back to me. The red sword shining with Casey's spiritual energy in my hand turned into a sword with black steel. Casey's energy coating it mixed with my demonic power. "Demon sword!" Eren muttered. "Ha ha ha! This is interesting!" shouted De Comte, spreading his arms outstretched. "Okay, I will accompany you to play. You can kill me as much as you want, and I will come back alive as much as I want!"

You can have the first hit if you want to. Seik: You're really ignorant aren't you. You really think you can defeat me. COME INGRA. Suddenly a blue red sword came out of the ground. This reminded me of Andrea. I have heard of such demons being able to summon demonic swords and other weapons but this is the first I am seeing. However that sword. It's weak. My knights' swords give a more deadly aura. Seik: Speechless again? Well sucks for you. You better be ready to lose an arm.

With his eyes and thick lips glistening with omnivorous drives, he slices through the flesh smoothly without any extra efforts. Laurel feels her own breath choking her and the long lost appetite returns. But then, it is not the plate of full scale chicken resting in front of her almost untouched that she longs for. As she holds the silver knife lightly, she cannot help but wrap her fingers around it even tighter as she observes Malcolm’s sudden interest in Christian. The only thing she thinks of is the dirty blood that constitutes of this vile creature spilling all over the animal skin rug beneath her feet – one that she constantly tries pulling with her feet as a means of letting out her fr

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Nods of agreement circled the group, leaving Hendrix uncertain. "Allow me to test his strength. We'll know if the demon's soul's water truly worked," proposed a cloaked man. Hendrix, rising from his knees, stepped aside, granting the cloaked man an opportunity. "Alex, the demon," the man declared, dragging his sword along the ground. "You're no longer an alpha; no need for this pretense," he taunted, entering the circle. A few paces, and the man halted before Alex, raising his sword to strike.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

Asmodeus turned him sharply, making him suck in his breath with the kind of force she used. "That bastard used the Hermes blade. How the hell did he get that?" "Hermes?" He was confused right there. "Hermes, Hades, Terzarus. Names of hell. The sword he used was made from hell originally. I'm sure Lilith helped him get that." She explained. "My chances of living?" Krepe asked, already full of anxiety and fear. "A hundred percent. Thank your stars, I've got just the thing for it. But, you'll have to wait one week to be totally fine."

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.