The Demon Sword Novels & Stories

"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.

" the demon said wheezing. I didn't have time for drama queens. Or drama of any sort. I just wanted to know. He was young, about 18. Had such piercing blue eyes, and a very sick aura. He just went on a rampage for no reason, destroying every demon in sight with a swing of the sword he held. The aura coming from that sword was like darkness itself, pulling everything in. Just a touch from the blades and everything dies. He looked like a god, especially with those eyes. I couldn't forget those eyes. In them, I saw a darkness that never before existed. It didn't seem possible to. He was a walking void.

"Let the game begin." Vargas stood and laughed. "Killing you will be as much fun as it was killing the pastor's little toy. Poor girl never knew what she was being groomed for until it was too late. And now you will…Aaaarrrgghh!!!" the demon roared as he clutched at a golden pole that suddenly thrust through his heart and chest. The creature's scream was deafening as his head jerked back, his claws reaching for the girl behind him. Rhychard jumped in the air, swinging the Guardian Sword with both hands. The blade flared hot. The voices howled as the sword sliced through the demon's neck, severing his head from his shoulders. Suddenly, the demon exploded with black flames and vanished.

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.

Princess only needed to point to the person, and the demon sword would do the rest. The category “A” demon sword. A sword that requires blood and can perform well once it has it. Some criminals began fleeing because they were terrified of the demon sword. Prince couldn't let the robbers walk away with all the money they had stolen from the shop. The hands of the last three people were severed. The shop's entrance drew their attention. I noticed two powerful men running towards the location from afar. I scanned them and discovered that they were martial power level, 3 conjurers. I didn't mind them because I knew they weren't a su

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.

I was barely able to react, and I don’t know what that other one can do. The demon tears his coat, revealing a huge broadsword with a jagged blade. I take my classic stance, at the same time, casting a protective spell on my body. “By Fos, I’m going to ache after this.” The demon rushes at me again, sword in hand. As our swords clash, I immediately cast a reflection spell. Isa kenaz hagalaz” The force from the clash rebounds and the demon is stunned. As I dash forward, I run my hand across the blade and whisper “Thurisaz” The blade crackled to life with electricity, and I simultaneously slash the demon across the chest and release the lightning. He drops dead and I start walking towards the

"I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring states period. It was a demonic blade ironically called the Demonbane. This must be it! "It's said that the Demonbane must drink blood every time it's unsheathed. Its owners had always been the Island Nation's legendary battle demon, and all of them had killed many." "Demonbane? What a good name. It makes sense for me to use this sword to kill a demon from the Island Nation," Harvey said nonchalantly.

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!