Demon Shinobu Novels & Stories

"I know this is a long shot, but do you know anything about the demons that attacked Nathaniel?" "I don't, but I do know one thing. The demon that attacked him must have been a very powerful one. Possibly a millennium old, but I doubt that. You won't be able to defeat a demon that strong." "What about Nathaniel? Can he defeat the demon?" "Yes, but of course, he can't. He's unconscious." "Not for long." Dalia hopped off the counter. "What do you plan on doing?" *** DALIA "Are you sure of this?" Ishmael asked Ayra for the thousandth time.

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

Akira was definitely the better match for the Greater Demon. LJ followed Minho's line of gaze, "You think they were brothers?" Minho shook his head at LJ, amused. Even in battle, the guy did like to gossip. "Did you send reinforcements to the squad, too?" he asked LJ instead. "Yes." "I'm going back there." Minho turned gracefully on his feet, lowering his bow and cleanly striking a succubus' soft human-like flesh with his bare hand. "Why? Just a little more demon heads on the ground, and then we can leave." LJ reasoned. He was just a few minutes into the battle, but he already felt out of breath.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me in a questionable manner. “Yeah, that’s fine.” It sounds like he is just an old human... nothing to be jealous about... That’s what I said a few days ago. But as I looked around the shrine grounds where we were at, my jealousy tried to creep up again. Near us were small statues of foxes with many tails, and Samantha was looking at them in interest. “Kitsune.” She mentioned to me. “In Japan they are demons who like to play pranks on humans, but they also help to guard and protect those who show them respect and give them a safe place to rest.”