The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intestines fell onto the ground. Julius's fellow knights knew the bravery of his swordsmanship and how much strength he carried with him. A few other demons started charging after him and his comrades; some of them faced the young swordsman by himself as the others went for the knights. Because the swords were dipped with salt and mostly crafted by silver, the knights could kill all the demons that stood in their way. The knights had no scars or cuts on their bodies after defeating the small group of demons. Julius swings his sword with so much anger and fury against all of his opponents because he despised t

Caspian alone was not enough to defeat him! Unexpectedly, Caspian swung his sword and the demonic finger was knocked back. Countless rays of light burst forth, and the void thousands of miles away collapsed under this sword! "What?!" The Demon Sovereign's expression changed. "Why is this sword so terrifying?" Caspian's Sword Dao was very powerful. Demon Sovereign had long noticed this, but no matter how powerful it was, it was impossible to force his demonic finger back. Not only was the demonic finger forced back, but it was also forced back by Caspian. What was going on?

“I don’t get it, father.” “The sword is possessed by a powerful demon, Dethnar, one of the pets of the Demon King. He consumes the dark emotions of all the wielders of the sword … hatred … pain … envy … thirst for revenge … Dethnar is the one giving the sword with tremendous power … just by devouring the souls of the people slain by the weapon.” “So what does that have to do with Lucas?”

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

All of a sudden Dad raised his one hand in the air then closing his eyes he murmured, “In the name of Almighty, I am asking my seraphic power to awaken and send this demon of Hell to its place who deserves to be punished for breaking the laws of the underworld and becoming a reason of this chaos.” Immediately a white light started to form a sword of light or something. The light was coming, tearing the sky and it was so warm and bright that we all paused and looked back in Dad’s direction to find out what was going on there. “SWORD OF RINTH!” Rebeca mumbled standing next to me when her eyes were still fixed on the light. It looked like a sword of light. In the place of the blade there was br

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

In an instant, the whole snow sword turned into a ghastly gloomy black demonic sword. "Slash!" Mu Tianyang held the sword with both hands and chopped down as fast as lightning. This time, it was no longer an invisible blade. Another black demonic blade of more than a hundred meters long appeared in the void. It had been invisible in the previous attack. However, this time, the demonic blade exhibited an intimidating power. It stood erect between earth and sky, like an ancient demonic god. Around the blade, faint clusters of black Devil Qi turned into thousands of demons that appeared and disappeared from time to time, crying and howling. The demonic sound echoed and the whole void was black.

The chamber erupted into a maelstrom of shadows and steel as Damitri charged, his greatsword arcing through the fetid air like a comet's tail. The blade hummed with stolen power, aimed straight for the devil's heart—or whatever blackened core pulsed beneath that obsidian hide. But the devil moved with liquid grace, a blur of leathery wings and curling horns, sidestepping the strike as if swatting a gnat. The sword bit deep into the throne instead, splintering ancient wood with a resonant crack that echoed like fracturing bones. Splinters flew, one grazing Damitri's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood that sizzled on contact with the air.

He smells evil. “You can make this really easy and just come with us,” Caleb warns quietly. “Or we can chase you around this entire hotel. One way or another, you’re going back down to Hell with us where you belong.” A load of words come out of the man’s mouth—demonic words I don’t understand—but I feel like he’s saying “piss off.” Caleb jerks his sword out and slams it down at the man, but he catches it midair. The sword burns away into red dust in his hand, and the demon kicks Caleb hard in the chest, sending him flying across the room.

So in a way, I truly deserve the name La Diabla because I'm the devil's spawn. "That doesn't excuse what you did. He raised you, fed and clothed us. How could you do that?" "With a knife" "What?" "You keep asking how I could do that. With a knife, Andres. I used a knife" Blood drains from his face "You don't even regret it"