Demon Slayer Blood Demon Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Regardless, this demon beast's corpse is incredibly valuable. Whether it's the demon core, demon blood, or even its tendons and bones, all can be refined into powerful weapons." Chase licked the corner of his lips. A demon core was the essence of an innate demon beast, brimming with potent lifeblood energy. Meanwhile, demon blood was the condensed essence of the beast's body, holding immense power. If used for cultivation, it could accelerate training speed multiple times over. Not only that, demon blood also had the astonishing ability to purify impurities within the body.

When they saw that the emperor and his family were safe and sound, their hearts were greatly relieved. “You really are strong! I didn’t know a small world like this had someone like you. You shouldn’t be in this world anymore, but why? Why are you still here?” the Blood Demon asked, glaring angrily at Miss Lan. He understood that Miss Lan’s power was on par with his own, and it was impossible for such a figure to exist in this small world. “You have no right to know my business! Wolf’s Fang Slash,” Miss Lan appeared in front of the demon and immediately slashed at him with her technique.

Damien’s POV I wake up to the sun in my eyes. Fuck my head is pounding. When I try to get up I can’t. My eyes fly open as I feel my hands and feet have been tied to.. the bed frame ? I lay my head back and sigh. Fuck. I try to swallow but my throat still feels raw. She snapped my neck. When was the last time I’ve gotten that done to me. Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon.

It was perfect for her hybrid abilities, but also terrifying because the competition was fierce. Marcus, a seventeen-year-old vampire who had somehow mated with a demon, was the opponent in her first bout. He was able to combine vampire abilities with demonic strength to create unnatural combinations. Before they began, he said, "Don't hold back." "I won't." The match was controlled chaos. Aurora discovered she could create shields that were simultaneously vampire-fast and witch-strong. Marcus countered with speed enhanced by demonic acceleration. They were evenly matched until Aurora got creative, using vampire telepathic abilities to anticipate his moves while casting spells that manipulat

“That sounds… dangerous.” “He saved me.” “Maybe. But people who can do that kind of thing so easily… they usually aren’t just nice strangers.” I rubbed my face. “I know.” “Promise me you’ll be careful.” “I will.” But even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Because the second I closed my eyes that night, all I could see was Dmitri—blood on his knuckles, eyes like winter, voice low and rough when he said my name. And I wasn’t scared.

Celestia whispered, her smile not reaching her eyes as she leaned in toward me. ​The priestess stepped forward, her hands shaking as she held the ceremonial dagger. As she began the chant to bind our souls together, a sudden cloud moved over the sun, plunging the grove into a shadow that felt intentional and heavy. I looked at the dark woods beyond the pack borders, wondering where Elara was. If she was even still alive, and just as the blade touched my skin to draw the binding blood, a sharp pain flared in my chest that felt like a scream in the distance, making me stumble and drop Celestia's hand as the ground beneath us started to tremble with a low, unnatural hum.

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?" He found nothing. Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me. "I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?" I blinked up at him. Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.

******************************* Lysan gasped as he jerked off the bed before his mind could catch up. He swallowed and exhaled repeatedly, like he had forgotten how to breathe. One hand gripped his chest, his heart was pounding fast. He was alive. His eyes scanned the room, but it looked wrong. Clean white ceilings, afternoon sun from the window. The air smelled fresh—like soap and perfumes. No single smell of blood lingered around. His head throbbed, he raised a hand to massage his temple. He stopped mid air. That hand was not his. It was too smooth for someone who had spent half of his entire life fighting wars. No calluses from swords, the scar where the Demon king's claw gripped him in t

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."