Akio Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

V4 POV " I'm so sorry! I should have realized that it was an illusion!" Akari apologized over and over again. " It's alright! Don't sweat about it! But you were seriously good! I had a hard time keeping up with you! Right, Shin?" I reassured her as I patted her on her shoulder. " Yeah! You were awesome! A perfect balance of speed and strength. Tell me did Saki the Demon Slayer fight like that?! (A lot of crap about demon slayer technique)"

Akio sobs. Nikolai laughs darkly, shaking his head. "Stop killing for them," Akio begs. And that's when Nikolai snaps. "I'm not killing for them. I'm killing Akio. That's it. The end.” He gets closer, eyes drowning in Akio’s , dark and deadly. "This is who I am," he bites out. Akio opens his mouth, but freezes when Nikolai pulls his top off. Pointing to a scar across his ribs Akio sees inches of golden skin, tanned, toned and gorgeous... and criss-crossed with slivers of silver scars and wounds.

Akira was definitely the better match for the Greater Demon. LJ followed Minho's line of gaze, "You think they were brothers?" Minho shook his head at LJ, amused. Even in battle, the guy did like to gossip. "Did you send reinforcements to the squad, too?" he asked LJ instead. "Yes." "I'm going back there." Minho turned gracefully on his feet, lowering his bow and cleanly striking a succubus' soft human-like flesh with his bare hand. "Why? Just a little more demon heads on the ground, and then we can leave." LJ reasoned. He was just a few minutes into the battle, but he already felt out of breath.

Apparently, she had launched a projectile that broke Aki’s foothold. “Fancy a prince tah rescue ye, princess?” “I’m not a princess,” Aki replied through gritted teeth. “I’m a SLAYER princess!” With a back flip, Aki brought herself upside-down with her legs spinning in a wheel kick. Yuriko held her forearms up in an X shape and the casings of her katars blocked the kicks. Aki landed right in front of her.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

And Jason seeing the crawling tentacle, slashed at it repeatedly with his sword until it disappeared in a poof, leaving behind a puddle of black poison. While Cassie was dealing with the first demon, Ayesha didn't wait for the other demons to notice her. She lunged at the third demon, wrapped her legs around its middle and plunged one of her knives into one of its toadlike eyes. The blade sizzled where it sank into the eyeball. Wailing in pain, the demon staggered around, Ayesha clinging to its back, and fell, pinning her to the floor.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

Then they would know why he'd been dubbed The Destroyer. Before he let his emotions overtake him, Brand's tactical training kicked in. He did not have the Berserker in him like his brother. He was a single shifter among an entire clan of warriors here. Biding his time until he could gather his bearings before punishing them for their insult was the more logical choice. His jaw tightened as he sought to control his anger.