Akira Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

And the vision disappears. My hands begin to shake. Just breathe, I tell myself as my body starts to feel hot as my hands starts tingling as I can feel some type of power at my tips of my finger and it dissipates like it started. I jumped in the shower trying to ignore the feelings that bombarded in my mind. ‘No matter what you choose to do, Jaxxon is the only one I will choose. Pyro is my mate just like Jaxxon is yours. That Theo is powerful but not powerful enough to have me.’ Akira says,

Camilla got angry at Akira sudden fearless and splash her coffee drink on her. Akira gasped when the hot coffee fell on her body. She got so angry that she couldn't control herself any longer and slapped Camilla really hard on her face. To say everyone was shocked would be understatement. Is this really the Akira they knew? What's just happening? Everyone was shocked as hell. In Akira's mind, she placed the little hope she had planted in Rayner. She was holding on to that hope that Rayner will not hurt her again and do her justice. Just that little hope made her did what she did.

She paused for a slight second, and looked around the room like she was checking to see someone. "My name is Akira, and I was sold to this man by my wicked stepmother. I've been dealing with living here with absolute carefulness, because I know that my next second isn't certain." She narrated. "So, what does he do? Why does people fear him?" I asked. Her mood suddenly changed. "Alpha Kieran, is the most evil and richest mortuary attendant. He kills, extract souls, imprisons spirits, and sells the bodies of his victims." She explained, and I gasped in shock.

Devon instantly felt the weight of the order Kiara gave leave his mind, and the former alphas that were quietly bound seemed to snap out of their daze, and began thrashing around. “What have you done!?” Leonidas seethed, he could feel the loss of the power he had carried and nurtured for years. “Who gave you the right, you demon!?” “Think twice before you hurl insults at him. I can erase you faster than you think.” A voice called out from the door, and they all turned to see Kiara standing by the door step, and all of them collectively gasped, not at her presence, but at how different she looked - golden lights seemed to pour out from every pore on her skin - and the trail of people behind h

I’m one such miracle. Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.

It was tiring, so tiring to be scared and hopeless all the time. How did she find her? For all she knew, Klaus's guards were stationed outside the room! Shit! The woman threw her head back, a mocking laughter escaped her lips. "You do not have to look so shocked, darling. I am a demon, remember? I can appear invisible, and make myself visible to both humans and demons whenever and however I please. Cheer up, you haven't seen a ghost…yet." As Arabella's eyes dropped to the woman's hands, she found a knife in her right, and a bag in her left. Her throat ran dry. Bile rose up from her stomach to her throat, before her eyes widened as she glared at her.

I spoke to the sky as though it were a person. I closed my eyes to recite the black magic spell to summon the Brakoon demon “Akkrisis! Traas traas, helmott, ek astraa rohek, kiironn, draa iksss straataa...! A dying son of Arakis has summon you for help!”