Demon Slayer Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I swear there must be something in the dagger that makes the demon brothers get a face and body upgrade because they look a lot less sinister and a lot more sparkly attractive. The demon prince of lust look far more different compared to the previous form I have seen of him—including that one from the original timeline. He looks like one of those Asian idols with unnaturally, yet so naturally looking, short pink hair. His skin is so clear that it looks like it is wearing a permanent filter—heck I seem to be hallucinating that it is glowing. Even when he is hanging upside down, he looks effortlessly good. I almost could not believe that he is the demon that I feared. “To your right, Beel!” Ma

Not worthy of his realm. A demon who moved through walls. A demon who wore shadow like skin. A demon whose presence had been muted enough to slip beneath the notice of Hell’s wards. He did not have many of those. Cael Asher was one of them. Of all the creatures in his realm to see her first as more than a body on a hook, it had been his shadow. His blade. The thought soured on his tongue.

Maybe he was death, but what more could I expect from a demon. He looked young—no, timeless. Not beautiful, but unbearable to behold. Like staring at the eye of a storm. Like the kind of face that ruins poets. Every detail was sharp and intentional—hair dark and messy like it had been styled by the wind itself, a coat hanging off him like it was made to worship his frame. His eyes— God, his eyes. They didn’t glow. They watched. Quietly. Deeply. Like they’d seen everything and stopped caring.

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

The sheen of the black material, coupled with the silver diamond beading in on the sleeves and the sides, and the high thigh slit made it ethereal and out of this world. I loved it. Or maybe it was my tiredness and lack of caffeine that was talking because I looked ready to pass out from exhaustion. And sheer boredom. I blinked sleep away, looking up at Damien. Then I saw it. The clouded eyes, like all the times I’d teased him, the times we’ve gotten close. His lips parted in awe or admiration. Or lust, I couldn’t tell. Like a deer stuck in headlights.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Screams could be heard circling him through a fire-like line that erupted around him as the floor shook around him, cracking as the screams grew and hands reached out of them the fire and blood practically pooling out around him traveling up across his body. Demons and their suits, it’s always been a thing but of course it still looks good. The blood seemed to trail up his body creating a deep red button up shirt, a pair of black paints and a belt appeared as well. His fingers elongated, longer fingers falling out into large deadly claws at the end an onyx color overtaking them as the color continued through up his arms following the trail of his veins. His mouth now had long fangs sticking

She needed his reassurance more than she had ever done. She could not help but wonder if it will be humans at the party, or demons. Did they all look as good as Klaus? Did any of them possess physical attributes that did not belong in normal humans? Like horns, tails? Maybe like the books she had read about demons as a child.

The demons looked absolutely ecstatic to go to war. Sam stood with Wruy and a few other demons who were dressed like officials. Dark red outfits, full of sharp, deathly looking weapons. Their eyes were painted with black stripes which made them look even deadlier than they were, if that was possible at all. The focus was on their eyes now, taking away the focus from the razor sharp swords that hung on their chests. It captivated me and that was exactly their intent. Demons on the side were busy painting their eyes with black stripes alike.