Demon Slayer Boar Novels & Stories

The high-ranked demon, enraged by the sudden interruption, commanded his remaining minions to attack Roshan. "Attack! Kill him!" the demon bellowed. Damon watched in awe as Roshan dismounted his horse and charged into battle. With effortless skill and precision, Roshan slaughtered the demons, his movements a blur of steel and shadow. The high-ranked demon's eyes grew wide with fear as he realized he was outmatched. Seizing the opportunity, Damon struggled to his feet, his injuries momentarily forgotten. With a fierce battle cry, he launched himself at the high-ranked demon, his sword flashing in the dim light.

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.

“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.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

I forced myself to my feet, grabbing my book, because I would need it. "There’s no need to take your book. Just come over here," Sarah commanded. "Don’t grumble, and don’t let me beat you. You don’t stand a chance against me, even in a fight," she added, noticing my hesitation. I had no way of knowing if I was stronger than her; the band on all the Whitewater made us weaker than the average werewolf. Hesitantly, I approached her.

But it was Alex, fueled by rage and an insatiable hunger for dominance, who would unwittingly tear down the invisible wall that concealed his enemies. With a primal roar, Alex lunged at the oak tree, his massive frame colliding with its ancient trunk. The impact reverberated through the forest, startling Mia and Stella and causing the sorcerer's spell to falter. The barrier shattered like glass, fragments of energy dissipating into the night. In that fleeting moment, they emerged from their hiding place, the sorcerer's eyes blazing with renewed vigor, stepped forward, channeling his magic to confront the demon within Alex who had wreaked havoc for far too long.

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

Then I saw his thin lips curl up from under his black mask. I gasped when he flipped me around, my back colliding with the closed door. He had hitched one of my legs up, his body pressing closer against mine. “Your body says otherwise, little lamb” Prince Darion whispered in my ear, his lips trailing my neck. Fuck! why did my own body betray me?

Glancing down at his shirt that had ridden up she could make out boot prints on his chest and burn marks on his side. "What on earth happened to you," she muttered. "I kicked his ass," a gravelly voice sounded with a bit of humor. Sophia turned and screeched seeing a huge frightening-looking demon standing in the doorway. Sophia's single eye widened at the gray colored skinned, black horned creature with blood-red eyes and huge leathery wings.