Blind Guy Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"What is it?" Dean swallowed hard when he saw multiple shimmering red eyes blink into existence from the shadows. His eyes glittered as he watched the darkness shift in the midst of the warring demon, angel and lesser demons, vaguely aware of the moon and stars starting to become engulfed in blackness. He blindly grabbed his angel hand, sharply pivoted on the spot, and ran.

Said the one who had run into me. I looked into his eyes with my black demon eyes and saw his sins, a grim smile growing on my face before I responded very calmly, “I’m the demon,” I wrapped my hand around his throat and let my nails elongate enough to pierce his skin, his blood beginning to drip down, staining my white shirt.

Dillian laughed provocatively, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips. “That’s true…” I growled sarcastically, baring my fangs as I watched Dillian avoid my eyes in unease, surprising everyone. “It is a fact that my mate has been blind since birth. It is also true that Nocturnus marked her with his magic. Doesn’t that make you question why? Why would the Moon Goddess assign a blind she-wolf to her most loyal and supreme warrior? Why would the Dark God go through the trouble of marking her instead of killing her?”

"What is it?" Dean swallowed hard when he saw multiple shimmering red eyes blink into existence from the shadows. His eyes glittered as he watched the darkness shift in the midst of the warring demon, angel and lesser demons, vaguely aware of the moon and stars starting to become engulfed in blackness. He blindly grabbed his angel hand, sharply pivoted on the spot, and ran.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

"What happened one year ago, Blind?" "You don't deserve to know, Rongue!" "Bastard!" Bastian howled as the moonlight hit his skin. Instantly, he was a complete shifter. His eyes blazed red as he stared hungrily at Sicily's body. The woman smiled mysteriously; she still wanted to smell another scent emerge. However, it was obvious that the scent had not yet dared to reveal itself. "Are you worthy to fight me, Rongue? Summon the others to satisfy me!"

I live with the fact that I will be reunited with my parents again one day. King Lucius went to his seat without acknowledging anyone, and I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. He paused when he reached the middle of the room, almost as if something we couldn't see hit him. His eyes snapped in my direction, and for the first time, cold shivers ran down my spine. I wondered how a man could be blind and have such fearful eyes. His grey orbs looked empty, almost like a testimony of the multiple souls he had taken. He looked like a demon, and now that demon was stalking towards me, and he had no expression on his face. That even scared me more because I had no idea what would happen next. I sat the

And Jason seeing the crawling tentacle, slashed at it repeatedly with his sword until it disappeared in a poof, leaving behind a puddle of black poison. While Cassie was dealing with the first demon, Ayesha didn't wait for the other demons to notice her. She lunged at the third demon, wrapped her legs around its middle and plunged one of her knives into one of its toadlike eyes. The blade sizzled where it sank into the eyeball. Wailing in pain, the demon staggered around, Ayesha clinging to its back, and fell, pinning her to the floor.

Blake said, stopping me. “Excuse me?” A demon asked, frowning in confusion. She looked at the two of us with complete black eyes despite her human form, and it wasn’t until her eyes turned back to normal white ones with brown pupils that I was able to look her in the eye without feeling like my heart was being pulled out of my chest. “I am Valarie, by the way.” “A demon in these games?” Blake asked, looking at me. She smiled, and nodded. “We are all fucking screwed.” Elijah said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at Blake who pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*