Black Demon Slayer Oc Novels & Stories

Demons are parts of darkness, and sooner or later, it will claim me, unless I manage to remain human. They stopped at the scene that I had carefully prepared for them. A dead horse and a man in a black cloak lying on his back. Of course, there was nothing under the cloak, but who would check? So, who'll go first? Ah, too bad I don't have a crossbow. Whatever. I'll manage. Especially since they stopped right where I wanted them to. I sized up the situation for the last time. All right, here we go! A daring leap into the center of the squad, and I landed right behind one of the pursuers. These shaven-headed beasts should not exist in my world. Demon's blood sang a battle cry in my veins.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

With a heart-wrenching scream, the purplish-red light in the void suddenly expanded and shook off all the golden-purple ‘Path’ characters. A brand-new supreme Demonic Body replaced the soul consciousness and the Demonic Spirit, revealing a mysterious and powerful, terrifying power emanating with vast evil. He had crimson hair, swaying without wind, dressed in a black and red python robe, with a blood-red flowing cloak draped behind him. He held a demonic spear that radiated daunting demonic energy. Thick purplish-red demonic clouds rolled above his head, and sixteen rapidly rotating skulls beneath his feet. It was like the arrival of a grim reaper, causing the world to change color.

Silas could feel Chastity's determination, an unyielding spirit that mirrored the ferocity of the Lycan within. Dylan, now an ancient vampire with power eclipsing his previous form, unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The demonic aura enveloped him as he lunged at Chastity with newfound ferocity. The battlefield quivered with the clash of titans, and the moon bore witness to a struggle that transcended the boundaries of supernatural conflict.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

She was already too close to the edge. I stepped forward, breaking out from the shadows. “Manolya, get over here! don`t stand so close to the edge!” But the words died in my throat. From the swamp, it rose. A ghoul, its body stretched taut like dried parchment over roped muscles, eyes sunk deep into its skull. Its teeth gleamed, jagged and yellow. It lunged straight at Manolya. I shifted instantly, my bones snapping, fur bristling as I expanded into my demon form. A roar ripped from my chest as I collided with it, the force sending us both crashing into the mud.

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

“Never let me hurt you too much. I never want you to be afraid or too injured to do anything else.” “I could have gotten you off of me if I wanted to, Duncan. It’s not like I’m defenseless. I love that you think that way, though. I feel safe with you. I know you won’t hurt me on purpose.” I told him. “You played chase in the in-between. I thought you would be okay with this.” “Of course I am. I’m a demon, not a human. I’m not fragile. I’m not as sensitive… emotionally, at least.” I admitted.

She’d like to hear it from someone else’s perspective, even if she’d spent her whole life growing up listening to her Uncle Elliott retell the story and had also heard versions from Cassidy, Brandon, her dad, and Jamie. Now wasn’t the time, though. Lucas had asked questions. She needed to answer them. “As for what we would have you do, well, anything. Anything at all that could possibly do to help would be greatly appreciated. Lucas, we know that you have a huge amount of influence over the Souled Vampires and that many of them would prefer to distance themselves from the vile creatures we are battling. We know that you have means of influencing the Shadow Creepers and some of the other vari