Daki Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I cried out, switching back into my human shape, and the templar froze, as if thunderstuck. “Prince?” That was enough for me, and Ak-kvir. Having overcome the prayers, the demon charged at the templar’s legs, biting off one of them almost at the thigh, while my dagger found its target in his chest. The last one. The templar writhed in pain, unable to believe that he had lost, and the disk dropped from his weakened arm. Each one of those injuries would have been enough to kill him, but both... I turned back into demonic form.

Their stares were piercing into each other like they were in a battle. Clairra could release her arrow and let it fly into the demon’s heart but she sure knows how fast he can dodge it. Love? How does this demon even know that word? Demons don’t know how to love! All they do is fight each other, betray each other for the throne, trying to conquer the world they live in! “I will ask for the last time, demon, who are you?” The intention to shoot her arrow was obviously written in Clairra’s face and there was no other thing a demon likes but to play games and keep your fire growing. He looks up grinning at her.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about