Demon Samurai Novels & Stories

The other two having joyfully accepted the offer, Banzayémon ran downstairs, and went up to the strange Samurai and saluted him, saying-- “I pray you to wait a moment, Sir Samurai. My name is Fuwa Banzayémon at your service. I am a Rônin, as I judge from your appearance that you are yourself. I hope you will not think me rude if I venture to ask you to honour me with your friendship, and to come into this tea-house to drink a cup of wine with me and two of my friends.” The strange Samurai, who was no other than Sanza, looking at the speaker through the interstices of his deep bamboo hat, and recognizing his enemy Banzayémon, gave a start of surprise, and, uncovering his head, said sternly--

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.

he said with a hint of a smile on his lips. "So they are not the same type of demons," she said, pointing to Levy and the rest, who were wearing their training gear. "They are; they all wield thunder, Esteria," he said. "So we need to know if you are with us or if you will have another master," he added, and a hint of anger showcased in his last statement.

"Yeah, sure, that's why. Bye, Sam...have a nice life with Mr. Darcy." I hear the anger in my voice. It's not that I want to be angry or jealous. I hate being replaced by a man I haven't met yet. Sam sits down on the couch. This is her universal sign that she isn't leaving. "You're upset. And I want to know why. And stop calling him Mr. Darcy." "Of course, he's Mr. Darcy. He's British and perfect." "If he's Mr. Darcy, then who am I?" Sam asks as she bats her eyelashes at me. It drives me crazy, seeing those butterfly wings open and close on her baby blues.

He watched as his fellow warriors were been slaughtered and innocent souls leaking in the air. 'He is a demon then why is he weak? 'Why don't he posses other powers apart from reading minds.' Thinking about that a smile crawled into his head and his heart litted. "Special..We are been ambushed! I need you here." He whispered in his head.

Just as they were talking about Girruinas, they heard a loud bang on the door as it seemed like someone was trying to get in. “Who’s there??” Damian asked but there was no response, Juliette was scared and stood behind Damian for protection. “Open up Damian, it's Sam. I really need your help I have no one to pair up with and this soul sucking demon is close to the Bee Hive dormitory, please help me” Sam said in a pleading voice. “Let’s help him Damian” Juliette said looking very scared that Girriunas will catch up with him. “Fine” Damian said and opened the door for Sam to come in only to see the demon standing behind him waiting for Damian to have a single thought of wanting Sam dead.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”