Akira Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

Akira growls loudly in his face as a warning, but Jarl's gruesome smile infuriates her, and her fangs go straight for his jugular, she lifts him off the ground and starts shaking him like a ragdoll as memories flood her mind, the days he abused her, his deceit, the times he said he loved her and it wasn't true, the time he brought her here to kill her and her son ended up dead, the death of her mother in that attack. Akira leaps into the air with Jarl's body still between her teeth and drops him with force, tearing his body against a rock before emitting a loud growl that alerts all the forest animals. Akira and Katrina's anger is so intense that she jumps again and with her front paws crush

The creatures slammed into the barrier, shrieking in anger, but they couldn’t break through. Lyraxys came at me, moving like a wild beast. I was ready. I dodged, grabbed her hair, and slammed her face into the ground. The earth cracked beneath her. She tried to get up, but I stomped on her back, keeping her down. “This is for Akira,” I whispered, my voice shaking. She struggled, as her powers flared wildly. But I didn’t let go. I summoned a sharp blade of ice in my hand. Then I stabbed it straight into her heart.

The surrounding ruins swallowed the sound he made, a final rasp of defiance or pain. Then there was silence, Akira’s body limp beneath Asher’s blood-soaked paws. Breathing heavily, Asher shifted back into his human form, his skin smeared in crimson, hair wild, chest still heaving. He looked down at Akira, lifeless, and let out a guttural scream. Fury still pulsed through him, and he wished Akira would awaken, so he could kill him again for every person whom he killed that he loved. But he was forever still, and it was over. It was time to find Makena and claim his birthright.

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

"What is her name again?" "That child? Her name is Hiraya Frost Akira. She's the daughter of Giovanni and Hermosa Akira." "Wow, this kid is definitely the future of the Akira Clan." "I know. Look how she viciously killed her opponent. Smooth and decisive. Isn't she just a little devil?"

Akira gritted out loudly before yanking her body up in the air with her power, controlling her body by curling her fingers and slamming her again on the ground brutally. “But you couldn't suppress your bloody thirst, you traitor!” Thana snarled and got up with a hard gaze, she dodged Akira’s flowing magic ball and snapped at her. “You won't be able to stop me today, Akira. I would kill everyone including you, including that little unborn trash today. There will be no Lycans, werewolves on the planet anymore. But only one Queen of Witch and Vampires would rise. Queen Thana!” Saying this she beheaded two werewolves who were sneakily going to attack her from the sides. But she slashed her silve

What is her purpose here? Is she not supposed to be back in her pack ? Unless… “You two had better become acquainted,” Dakota hissed. “I'm not going to be friends with that thing… ugh,” she said, making a disgusting face at me. Neither do I. “Akira meet Princess Elora of the Black wind pack and Princess Elora—” she paused pointing her hands towards me. “Meet Akira,” she sighed. Alpha princess of the Raven Claw pack, I added to the back of my mind.

Akira stepped out from the trees behind us, barefoot, hair tangled with pine needles, her tiny hands clutching the silver amulet I gave her. She looked straight at me. “You need to see what I saw.” And before I could question her, her hand reached out—touching mine. --- The world melted. Flashes of fire. Screams. A temple torn from the sky. A woman with silver eyes weeping into a lake of stars. A wolf with golden fur torn open by chains of flame. Children crying in cages. A throne of bones. And then—me. Not the me I was now, but another. Taller. Wilder. Covered in war paint, eyes glowing silver, holding a blood-stained crescent blade. Behind me, legions of werewolves knelt in silence. Before

Akira's hand tightened on the dagger, and she raised it, ready to stab Kaida. "Now," I said, my voice low and deadly. "Now, Akira. Kill her." Akira's eyes locked on Kaida, and she took a step closer. "Akira, don't!" The fake Kaida screamed, but Akira didn't listen. With a swift and precise, deadly motion, Akira pushed the dagger into Kaida's heart. Kaida's eyes widened in shock, and she fell to the ground, dead for the second time. Akira stood over her, the dagger still in her hand, her eyes flashing with triumph.