Demon Slayer Aesthetic Novels & Stories

[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) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:54 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(R), Enhanced(R), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite)] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

I could feel the rage rolling off him. But immediately the demon fully stepped out of the painting and in human form. I felt my jaw drop. It felt like my brain couldn't process what my eyes were seeing. DAMN. He was no longer weird looking or even ugly. He wasn't monstrous. He looked like something sculpted by the angels with a little touch of darkness to make him as perfect as he is. He had flawless skin, icy blue eyes, dark luscious hair, and a smile so devilishly beautiful.

The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous. His raven-black hair fell in soft, controlled waves to his shoulders, framing his face in a way that made it impossible to ignore his piercing crimson eyes. Those eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light, held centuries of knowledge, pain, and fury—yet beneath the coldness, there was something infinitely more dangerous: control. Complete a

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT🎀 She was now watching his face intently, completely mesmerized by how flawless he looked even while unconscious. It must be a demon gene... she thought to herself. Even though she knew folklore always depicted demons as ugly, monstrous creatures, she knew the truth was different. After all, Lucifer himself was a demon, and he was notoriously beautiful. And since Lucifer was the ultimate ancestor for all demons, it actually made total sense why Asher looked the way he did.

“One time. I asked of you, who are you?” Deep yet calm, her entire attention falls on the person, no, someone that is not a human. The demon, that she wrote to be with a silver-colored long hair, and sapphire blue eyes that gleam like stone under the light of the sun. Physic that is built for a thousand wars he experiences and wins. Clothes that are made from the best fabric, silk, gold, silver, and gemstone that exceed even the luxurious robe of his Majesty the King. In awe as she should place her expression to be. A sly smile draws at the back of her consciousness and asks.

We cleared the demon’s limp body as he screamed in pain and we raised our head, trying to understand what we were seeing. A tall demon stalked into the ring, a dress barely covering it and holding on for dear life. It had long dark wavy hair and there was a green hue to its shimmery skin. It had a large head that kind of looked ridiculous on the smaller body. Axel stuck his nose in the air, wanting to be sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Hmm, sunflowers. Axel stalked toward his mate whose feet were pounding the ground, furious. Her feet were now pretty ugly, large and almost like an eagle’s talons. No wonder she didn’t like her natural form.

It pointed at the shapeshifting demon opposite it and said, "Why did you stop me? Do you want to take credit from me? If you hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him!" Although the opposite shapeshifting demon was also very tall, it was shockingly thin, giving people a feeling of skin and bones. Its cheeks were sunken, and its long hair covered half of its face, giving people a very gloomy feeling. Coupled with the golden long saber in its hand, it looked like a sharp blade. Ordinary people would be killed by its momentum the moment they faced it.

"I contemplate the woman." She makes a slightly disguised gesture; he eats my traveling companion. I must admit that he is not bad. It is not a typical beauty out of Greek novels far from it. It's more Damon style from the vampire series. You know he's good, but it's his presence and dark personality that make him more attractive. I lift my eyestoward above. "How shameless."

"You think that your dragon powers can protect you from me? You are nothing but a speck of dust, a mere insect in the grand scheme of things." I rolled my eyes. Gosh, why did he have to sound so dramatic? I mean, he was just a demon, right? I looked him up and down. I couldn't help but feel mesmerized by his stunning physique. His muscles were perfectly toned and defined, each one rippling with every movement he made. Aside from its grayish-purple color, his skin looked rough, and scars covered his entire body. I didn't notice it before, but his eyes were almost catlike and emitted an amber hue.

And I was left mesmerized — he was far more beautiful than Adan and Lucy. His body was all black, from his skin to his hair and horns, and down to his tail. The only pop of color was the burning mark on his chest and his crimson-colored eyes. His demon form only highlighted his already perfect features. He was beautiful in his human skin, and so was he in his demon skin. I was not sure if he was aware that I was already here, as his focus was just on Nyneve as he wiped his mouth with his forearm before walking to where she was.