Chachamaru Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

The small creature picked at her clothes with its thin yet sharp talons. "Get off of me!" she yelled out as she struck the creature with her fist. It hissed at her, baring its fangs at her before it bit her arm. She let out a scream. The black ichor drool that dripped from its maw soaked her flesh. Rayleigh punched its head repeatedly when another Scout Demon dove and pinned down her legs. She grabbed the demon that had her legs by the horn and, with a sharp twist, broke it. It let out an earsplitting screech that caused the other Scout Demon to release her. At that moment, she took off. She reached the ledge once more and with one hand on it, she propelled herself over it and disappeared. Z

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

One, two, three four, five, and six! Six numbers composed of six entities residing in one half demon and a half mortal soul, the cambion who said to be the one to kill the Incubus hybrid vampire Damon Salvatore. -------- Damon hit Sachajir on his legs that made him stumbled on the ground. He hissed and winced in agony. It's a strong blow to make sure he couldn't regained his energy but he was thrilled to witnessed about his fighting spirit. Sachajir tried his best to fought back and he loudly growled where his voice reigned in the whole forest.

We keep on walking far away from any human life and enter the forest, name after a demon warrior who slayed thousands of human army’s during the many wars between both realms. Deamartos. Not many know about this place. And if you do come upon it, there isn’t any chance you’ll be leaving. If you are a human that is. The deeper we go in, the colder it gets and the mist is so thick water droplets drip down my face and neck. Chyne gets closer to me and the fog starts to creep in more and more. She starts to hug herself and look around. “What is this place?” It’s barely a whisper and if I didn’t have super-hearing I wouldn’t have heard it. I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her

“Adolfa… you have to fight them.” Spirit generals and elders battled around us, but the demons were too many. They poured into the hall like a flood of shadows. The Charon lifted his hand and pointed at me. “Take her alive!” he roared. Ten demons leaped toward me at once. I kicked one in the chest, sending it flying across the hall. I punched another creature in the jaw, cracking its bone. I ducked under a claw strike and stabbed one demon’s neck with my own sharpened nails.

I promise him with firm determination. "We have no woman named Ellora in this house so you must be mistaken Lubes."Chase says calmly. "No....she is..our...princess..and..I..am taking her...with..me."Lubes roars,his white hairs turns into flames.His nails transforming into claws. "Chase tell me how to fight with him because I won't allow him to take Felicity away from me."I look over Chase who is sweating profusely. "Give me a second.I'll mind link with the old warlock of Yellow Moon pack of Alaska,may be he knows a way to defeat a demon."Chase replies.

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."