Demon Slayer Aesthetic Wallpapers Novels & Stories

Felen was not given the opportunity to enjoy the room decorations that looked artistic and stunning, even though they gave a dark impression because they took the gothic theme. Their gazes were piercing as if they wanted to carve many small holes in Felen's body. Especially the gaze of the golden-haired female demon who wore a black dress combined with blood-red with a matching mask. He couldn't help but realize the identity of the woman who was staring at him very closely.

Too good. I’m not sure how I missed all of this last night, but if I’m being honest, the explanation probably involves the most dangerous mouth I’ve ever trusted with my dick. Or his ass. One of the two. The ugly yellow-and-blue floral wallpaper is still here, which surprises me. I doubt Alessia would approve. But the art Jesus. The art changes everything. The hallway is lined with photographs. Large. Moody. Men and women suspended underwater, naked or nearly so, wrapped in flesh-toned silk that coils around them like secrets. Each piece feels intimate. Personal. Like something you’re not meant to look at for too long.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

"Is that all you've got?" Sir Benjamin's taunting made the demon mad. Its shadow body elongated and its sharp claws grew in size. "Die! Die! Die!" It attacked us again and again. In each slash of its sharp claws, the air split and even the walls were left with a long hideous mark from its vicious claws. The demon was like a beast with stimulants. Slash! A huge diagonal gash formed on the wall next to us. Jia and I looked at deep cut and found out that the depth of each tear in the wall was five centimeters deep.

••• Aleena’s POV ••• The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive. Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking. The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare upper body. He actually looked mesmerizing, if not for the vicious aura surrounding him.

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

Sitting down on the cold floor for a while, ZouMi got up and head towards the mirror and started stripping. The nail scratch's, while struggling to get free from of those 'human less animals' were still fresh on her body. The smooth milky white skin of hers, which didn't have any marks before, now is tainted over her arms, neck, legs. 'Disgust' the only feeling running in her veins.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Married or not. Lazily, the Demon King compared the gaudy coloured rooms, the odd mix of tapestries and ceramics, to his personal room; strong and dominant, his floors were crafted from the rarest black marbles that are long extinct in most of the realms in existence. Heavy ombre and white curtains line every window, while the walls and ceiling are luminous with a faux skylight that simulates the exuberance of the sun in his dark and dreary world. It is clad with everything that denotes strength and creates a raw masculine alpha ambience.

Amelia appreciated every inch of what was left. "You need to shower." She purred and stood from her seat on my red satin sheets. She looked like a lethal cat waiting to pounce on its prey. Black accents ran across the walls, with a few abstract paintings on the walls. Amelia had chosen them especially for me. "Come join me then."