Butterfly Sisters Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

It was as if it wasn't the first time she had done this to me. As if we were indeed lovers, soulmates, mates who somehow ended up separated by distance and time. She deepened her kiss. It was hot, full of passion. She slowly climbed onto my lap and took off my shirt. She was wild, brutal, and seemed not to care that I already had a lover—a fiancée. She took off her dress, leaving only her chest exposed with full breasts that seemed to beckon me to touch them. I stared into her unique eyes. Two symbols of color for lycans—amber and silver—and those beautiful eyes returned my gaze.

Something unknown was pulsing, washing us with waves of vile power, it seemed that a huge spider had twisted a cocoon around our bodies and was tightening it more and more with every step. She ran her forearm over her face, trying to remove the invisible cobweb from herself, and immediately felt someone's presence on the right. Pushing Venira out of the trajectory of the flying dagger, I jumped back to the left wall and threw a loop on the first attacker, but before I could take advantage of the advantage, I received a blow to the head from the second.

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

Two spikes in hand, they both became assassins under the moonlight, ready to slice the giant termites apart as they set their home grounds as desserts. ------- Kent and Gloyd flew swiftly to the Eastern borders, where the butterfly queen set her foot. Different noises resounded on the distance as exchange of blows have been executed by some of the finest warriors who emerged in the class. "Christian! You gay! Where are you?!" Gloyd shouted longing to find one of his close friends. Christian immediately replied with an angry 'what' as he continues to fire poison arrows on some of the butterfly monsters above them. The beautiful queen of the butterflies saw the commotion in front of her, "Anot

I've never seen such a hate-filled look from a woman as Grace tilted her head and asked who fucking hired the wetnurse. "Lucifer himself gave me this position so it's highly doubtful that you can change that," she sassed to Grace and I saw Grace's blonde brow raised and she smirked as she stood and approached Dakini after setting Avyanna down. I clenched my fists, giddy for the fight that was about to take place. I refused to step in and figured Grace's uncle Lucifer caused this all himself. Dakini continued to get into Grace's face and had scratched her cheek. Suddenly Grace's iridescent sword slid from her forearm flesh as she spun around and cleanly cut the demon's head off. Lucifer appea

My head hurt too much and I could barely concentrate. "I'll kill you. This time, you won't be able to return," Vincent snarled, his fiery gaze menacing. The demon cackled and goosebumps appeared on my skin. Shivers ran down my spine and fear doubled my heart rate. "You can try. This time you're trapped. The sisters did quite a good job. They fooled you and trapped you." "What the hell do you want from us?!" Ava cried. "Blood and tears." The words had barely escaped the demon's lips when Rylee released a blast of energy that rattled my core. Shadows began to appear out of nowhere. They attacked us without hesitation.

"Is it because the Boss said that? Does she have feelings for our boss?" "No, it can't be. She is The Demon Queen, and Our boss is Her natural enemy. A person who was born to kill her, then why will she fall for him?" "Hey, don't you know? She fell for her natural enemy once before. His name was Yash, an angel." When Kiara heard this her eyes squeezed, But before she could do anything Sahil walked near her and said. "Let's become official allies now! Tell me where we will perform the ritual you mentioned?"

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

Sophia lead the way, her dark eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. “Release them,” I snarled, drawing my blade. The hellfire from my sword flickered, I felt my very energy suppressed by the oppressive atmosphere of the library. Sophia let out a musical laugh that made the hair on my neck stand. “Your little insults won’t work here, honey. We aren’t demons. We are the eternal sisters. And your brothers? They simply lost to our challenge. They couldn’t choose you over the safety of their home. They fell victim to their own flawed characters”.

It was so fast that Lorde's hand missed my other elbow just millimeters away. Cliche scene right? Certainly a cliche scene in most Chick Flick movies in HBO. Here it is, two boys in love with the same woman, vying for her attention but she ended up with neither of them because she dies in a freak accident. "Eriol, please, unhand me, " I whispered as low as I could. Unfortunately, this was no Chick Flick and one of the boys trying to steal me was a hot-as-hell demon, literally! Lorde being too engrossed with knowing the answer, questioned me again stiffly, "Andrea. Is it true?"