Amane Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The demon dropped Mina carelessly, turning his gleaming eyes on Jo. Amused. Curious. Another cloud formed beside him, coalescing into a second demon. "You’re hiding your scent," one said. "Unmask. Now." Jo's mind raced. Aamon-class demons. Brilliant. Deadly. She cast another dome around Mina. "You want me?" she snapped. "Come get me." Without waiting for a response, she sprinted down the riverbank, away from the others, drawing the threat with her. She didn't dare look back. Didn’t dare slow down.

No one was happy. Neva has reincarnated and become Sharmaine, and Nanami Vincent is forever stuck in a painful reality. She can't let go of the ultimate power of the vampire judge, and she also doesn't want to die. Nanami Vincent is afraid of death, Nanami Vincent was fearful of death, so he turns into a vampire. It was an insult and a painful thing. Nanami Vincent has become the version she hates the most. The person she loves does not belong to her. The person she hates wants to die to release her strength.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

“De... demon!” Samantha smiled a big toothy smile. “Finally, SOMEONE KNOWS MY NAME!!!” She swiped quickly with her blade, separating his head from his neck and looking on as his body hit the ground. “Aw damnit!” She pouted and looked at me. “I could have used him to find the cells. Ugh!!!”

"I don't mean to switch the topic, but, do you mind clarifying what you are? Because you know of mates, I'm certain you've gathered that we are werewolves. But I still wish to know what you are. Bennet is the alpha of this pack, but I do most of his duties right now. One of those duties is protecting all within this pack. You may not know this, but you are inside our territory. I have a responsibility to know what you are." He says this all very gently, but I see the underlying message: What the hell are you? Taking a breath, I start, "You were correct in your observation. I am a hybrid of angels and demons. I do not pose a threat to you or your pack. Many hybrids have the ability to use mag

It felt like I had a few broken ribs. The man sighed. I recognized him, he was the head of the human section. The one running the training. “Are you healing?” He asked. “I’m trying. I’m not at full power. Thank you. I didn’t want to hurt him.” I breathed. “I’m Dennis Ryan. Head of the human fighters. Serena said you weren’t supposed to go demon. Sorry this happened, but that was impressive. I don’t think any other supernatural would have been able to hold back as long as you did.” Dennis said with an impressed tone.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

Amara was crying for help until some heavy footsteps were heard, which she knew were familiar. The room was lighted as someone entered the room with a lamp. His eyes were blue as ice. He was tall, sculpted with broad shoulders. He then put down the lamp and lit up his cigar as he smoked in the room and proceeded with a long sigh. “Would you want me to kill all of you?” he asked warily. “Killian?” Klaud, who also harmed Amara, had spoken in sudden disbelief. “I knew it!” Killian, one of the top warrior wolves, yelled.

Even with several warnings, Shiro did not heed, which led to an ambush of his family's murder. When the assassin was going to kill the little Kurama, he was saved by the two men, who came to his rescue, these were Hurican and Anam, who took him to be cared for and educated by the great wolf of the Alps of France, called Veronika Calmel the leader of the mafia of France, mistress of the dark wolves, like her godmother, at her side her business colleague, the blue demon of dimensions, the demon king and lawyer, Amasteus Patterdaemonum.

Let’s put on a good fucking show for them. I take a run and jump toward the archway and pull myself over. My boots hit the concrete as I steady myself on the roof, pulling a dagger out from my holster. One of the demons charges toward me. I pivot to the side and toss my dagger, hitting the creature in the back before it can so much as turn around. Even over the blood pounding in my ears, I hear Aamon’s scathing voice mocking me. “How abysmal. She really ought to—”