Biwa Art Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.” Zayla’s eyes widened. “And… was there a way to stop it?” “Yes,” the woman replied, nodding once. “But it demanded the painter’s gift. Her late mother belonged to a rare clan, artists whose drawings were not mere images, but vessels of power. Their art could bind, awaken… even imprison.” She paused, staring into the fire. “Most in her mother’s bloodline could bring life into their creations. The painter, however, never believed she possessed such power.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Gwanhoya returns back to her cave with the body of Taruziva and Mukura, places them both side by side and continues into the deeper parts alone. Illuminates the cave with fire, kneels and begins to chant. Red smoke, emanate from the ground, and in front of her appears a demon, like a shadow image, showing no face but the shape of horns, wings, arms and legs. She bows her head. “Have you made yourself useful on earth yet and made any progress on preparing for my arrival?”

The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe. Arth widened his eyes, amazed. He never expected Janshai to be a reaper. Janshai grabbed the scythe and then gave it a quick spin before he made his stance. The three devilions lunged at Janshai altogether. They all leaped into the air, forcing their claws out to slaughter him. But then, Janshai extended his long scythe and then swung it in a circular motion, spinning at an incredible speed. Arth’s lips parted as he saw how the scythe instantly sliced the beasts on air, before they could even reach Janshai. One blink it only took, then dark-orange blood started raining over Janshai as the

In the blink of an eye, the holy light was consumed, and then Jankovic was enveloped in a mist of blood. "Ah..." Jankovic let out a mournful howl. Then with a clatter, his sword fell to the ground. The blood mist came forward and enveloped Qin Haodong and the others. A blurry huge demon God opened its bloody mouth and wanted to swallow them in one gulp. However, the Demon-vanquishing Wand was a holy weapon of Buddhism. The Buddha's light blocked the blood fog like a solid barrier. A few seconds later, the Demon God roared unwillingly and then slowly dissipated in the air.

The Demon vanished into darkness as he stood in front of the group of a hundred men with the village insight he was the only one to stand against them. Silence echoed throughout the night as the Demon stood before the bandit hoard their leader got off his horse aiming his rusted sword towards the unknown being asking him to lay down his life and valuables before they aim for their prize. The Demon shook his head as he flexed his arms releasing two 15 meters long blade-like whips from his wrists that appeared as if they were alive. With each swing of his whips, they slithered through the ground with such grace and beauty as if the bandits were walking towards them facing their deaths with ope

Micah looked rather bored at the woman who was shaking his ass in front of him and Samael eyed the knives in the hands of his woman with interest. My eyes landed on Adrian as last. Briva had taken her top off. I swallowed thickly. Her breasts were pressed against Adrian's chest and I gripped the item in my hands tighter. "Well, it's a good way to seize the competition. See what they're made off. This Briva girl, she seems submissive. Demons tend to like that." Dagon whispered. I eyed the girl on Adrian's lap who was in the process of touching his chest with her hands. Adrian had his hands on the armrests of the throne and luckily didn't touch her.

“What is that weapon in your hand?” Andrius saw that the attack was effective and sneered. “This blade is called the Nine-Curved Demonslayer. It’s especially used to deal with demonic cultivators like you. By the way, I got this sword from someone called Wilson Cox.” Wilson Cox! Elder Salo was struck by those words. “It really was you! You were the one who killed the Young Master!” After a brief period of astonishment was boundless anger. He stared at Andrius, his eyes spewing fire. “Boy, just surrender!”