The Demonic Sword Novels & Stories

Satan could hardly bear it as he placed his palm on Lilith's face and burned her face because it was Bella's, his Isabella. Lilith raised her hand in the air. There was a roar gutted down and a big sword inserted through Satan's back. And it was no ordinary sword. It was Lilith's favorite commandment armament and the most powerful sword in Hell. Satan grunted as his black blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Lilith pushed him aside and stood with an unrecognized face that was charred by Satan's palm.

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I roared and snarled, reaching behind the top of my spine and sinking my nails into my flesh. Long ago as a gift, my birth mother crafted a sword from my spine magically. It's a part of me that I can easily dig out from the top of my back, pulling out the magical Slayer Rhachis! The sword that pierces through any magically created realms or protection barriers and having my dark magic and demonic energy pulsating through the crafted destruction made it hard to wield, so it's barely used unless my enemy's magic becomes a challenge. I grunted feeling the blade slithering out of my back and Sylest turns around and snickers my way. After teleporting in front of her way and causing her to stop wa

Not to her surprise, not even a single one from the group was now in the room. She was extremely ashamed. "Aren't you going?" The boy asked, looking at Megara. Megara didn't pass him a look and turned her gaze towards the struggling demon. She grabbed the hilt of her sword and in no second the head of the demon rolled down on the floor with blood gushing out of his neck like boiling water as the demon fell on his knees and stiffened in the same position. Megara took out her handkerchief and cleaned the dirty blood off her shiny sword.

There was a black mist coming from Sarah's eyes as she stared at her opponent. " I WILL KILL YOU!" The demon yelled in rage losing its composure. Its tentacles were divided into thirteen and were shot in her direction. "I will purge you!" Sarah whispered. The teen kicked off the ground, leaving a pile of rubble to elevate off the ground. As she dashed, dodging the multiple tentacles, a black mist formed in her other hand creating another sword. With that, she cut through the multiple attacks and performed a few flips dodging others. When she got close enough, she slashed its chest drawing a good amount of blood.

I heard a man’s voice nearby and I speculated that he’s a threat. “Who the hell are you?!” I stood up without any hesitation though I might get killed and asked him directly. “My name is Lucifer Denville, and I’m the demon king. And you’re Emerald Greenfield, my lovely bride,” he simply lowered his head. My eyes widen as I got to view a tall man with long black silky hair, white skin, red flaring eyes whose wearing a long black coat with golden chains around him. “H-How did you know my name?” I trembled.

He activated a secret technique, drawing out the demonic energy hidden within the sword. In an instant, the sword's body quivered violently as if an ancient, slumbering beast had been awakened. A deafening roar erupted. The sword trembled as a terrifying demonic shadow burst forth. Its claws were outstretched, lunging toward Chase. "A sword spirit?" Chase raised an eyebrow slightly. He was no stranger to sword spirits. However, this one was weak, roughly at the level of a stage-eight martial god. With a mere thought, Chase raised a finger and unleashed a streak of crimson sword energy. The air split apart as the energy shot straight toward the demonic figure.

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

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.