Blue The Bone Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Then we don’t rewrite. We remember. And we fight.” But something stirred behind the light. A second figure stepped out—tall, lean, robed in lunar black. Eyes like shattered stars. The Bone Seer. He smiled. “Good,” he said. “Then bleed for it.” I stepped in front of Morwenna, my blade already singing free of its sheath. The Bone Seer didn’t flinch. He watched us like we were a puzzle already solved. “Your daughter showed me everything,” he said, voice slick with certainty. “The fall. The crown. The fire.”

Disgusting greenish-black blood spilled everywhere. Everybody gasped while looking at the goddess in front of them. Alex’s appearance had changed the moment a blue moon defeated the blood moon. Now, the light of the blue moon glowed on her. Her long wavy blue with silver flecks hair danced with the wind, and her eyes turned to silver with gold flecks. Her white, blue dress hugged perfectly in her fit body. A shining sword in her hands tinted with greenish-black blood of the giant three-headed snake demon beast. It stunned everyone, and their mouths hung in awe while staring at the Goddess.

And then I hear Siobhan go unusually quiet behind me and I turn to see why. Seraphina is at the top of the stairs. Black dress. Dark hair down. She descends without holding the railing — never needs to hold on, I noticed that last time too, she's never off balance and there's a moment, just a moment, where Siobhan leans slightly toward me and says under her breath: "Oh. You are going to have your hands absolutely full." "Siobhan."

Sylvara said, giving her a light pat on the shoulder. "Thank you," Zayla replied. Sylvara gave a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and turned to leave. As the door clicked, Zayla turned her back to the entrance and started swinging her leg again, trying to work out the kinks. "I can’t believe a demon is actually this nice. Honestly..." she whispered to herself. Then she groaned. "Ugh, my bones feel like they're stuck together." She paused, her mind drifting to the person she was most nervous to see.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

she uttered while slashing the knife at the Demons round-up around her. With every cut of the knife, the Eidolons started going back to powder of ashes before disappearing. They don’t die, they simply went back to the dimension they belong. But regular Demons bleed thin blood like green poison, and some bleed silver or black. She remembers seeing a Demon that bled acid the color of sapphires.

Her eyes, crimson as fresh wounds, locked on Blue with hunger and triumph. “My daughter,” the Blood Queen purred, her voice like velvet over steel. “You’ve finally come home.” Blue’s blood ran cold, but she stood her ground, power crackling in the air around her. “I’m not your daughter,” she spat, her voice shaking the earth. “And I’ll never be your queen.” The Blood Queen laughed—a sound that made the stars shiver. “We’ll see.” And then, the night descended into war. ---