Demon Doctor Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

"Kimberly. Get into the car. Return to the packhouse, and tell the Enforcers to get Ayra home." "Why? What's going on?" She asked with a frown. "Now!" I growled, tossing the key at her just as the figure formed completely. "What is that?" Kimberly asked with a wide-eyed look. "Go!" I tried to get through to Ayra, but just like the other day, I failed. Kimberly zoomed off just as the demon made his way toward me. "Acheron," he said with a grin. "Or do I call you Nathaniel now?"

“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.

Giggling with his lust to kill and eliminate the demons that were created by the humans themselves comes to the very point where their sin is too much to bear and that very demon grows at an exponential rate and in time to devour their very human. He runs in speed as the demon shriek in anger, as his feeding time is interrupted and worst with the hunter without a name or code, but is only known as Light. He dashes waving his scythe-like it is just like a thin plastic despite its shier gold, silver, and bronze made material and sharpness that never dull in time. Laughing in pure bliss as the demon fights him decently by evading his attacks effortlessly and giving him a hard time with its shar

The world will soon hear my name as I rise above… Cough!URgh! My neck hurts! Anyway, I now have something to rely on to become stronger. To become the predator instead of prey. I need to look at my status before anything else. [status] Species: Lesser Demon(18/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Exp:560/1000 HP:300 CON: 28 (1 CON= 10HP)

she said, her eyes as wide as his were. “Good idea,” Cutter replied. He looked down the street and saw Rider and Ivy, their backs to each other, their hands up. They looked just as surprised as he was, but prepared. A demon in the shape of a large snake began to wind its way out of a building down the street headed for the church. Cutter didn’t wait for any orders. He sent a beam of light out of his palm in its direction. The beast, which had to be close to thirty feet long with dark scales, and now he could see, three faces, reared up all of its ugly heads and tried to fight against his blast, but it couldn’t escape, and Cutter spoke the incantation that would destroy it.

I made sure to use the same relaxed, casual form. “You shouldn’t have made up that story about being a demon.” He laughed. “There’s no such thing as a fat desire demon. Did you come hoping to find a shapeshifter boyfriend? Maybe an incubus or concubus is more your taste? I’m gonna send you home before you distract our people more with your stories.” He growled. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was telling the truth. That’s what he actually thought. I didn’t mind.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.