Demon Slayer Book 1 Novels & Stories

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.

The warmth of the fires enveloped me, and with a hint of drool at the corner of my mouth, I ventured further, captivated by the books on display. Among the books, various weapons lay scattered about, but I paid them no attention. Samael's knife was securely tucked against my upper leg, concealed beneath my dress. My dress was still covered in blood, and it disgusted me for a second, but then the fire seemed to flame up and I ignored my filthy state and walked in. Choosing a book at random from the shelf, I settled onto the most comfortable-looking couch, sinking into the plush pillows and started reading the book about Wrath.

The woman frowned, “What do you mean?” “She found this.” Gaia got up and went to the drawer to pick up the black cover book. “When I found her, she was already immersed in it spiritually. I think being fed with so much information hurt her spirit and she fell unconscious. She has been like that since then and it’s been three days.” The woman sighed, “Who do you think it would be? The demon boy?” Gaia sat down on the bed, gazing at Naomi. “He doesn’t have one identity, but yes, it’s him. She has been sulking for him.”

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

I said, quickly changing the subject. "Yes, we do. Does anyone have a suggestion on where to start?" Braxton asked. I saw Thane hook his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the books on the desk. "I vote we do some reading." I nodded, then stood up and approached the desk. They all looked very old, but I was drawn to one book in particular. I picked up the black, heavily used book that was titled Demon Hierarchy. I then turned back around and sat back down. I felt as if I was in a trance as I opened the book. All the noises in the background all faded away. I was pulled into my thoughts as I scanned the pages. I blinked a couple of times and when I looked up from the book I saw an enormous

As she left the room, I realised I was beginning to panic as well. …………………………………… The Vampire and the Wolf- Book Two Teaser **Jarin** Something had been placed over my head so I couldn’t see. I was also struggling to breathe. My wrists were tied behind my back, and I could feel and smell the wolfsbane that the rope was soaked in burning into my skin. I was lying on a cold hard floor, but I had no idea where I was and I was struggling to remember how I even got here. The last thing I remembered was the start of the battle…and then blackness.

he presses, his hand on my waist squeezing, so hard through the clustered material of my dress. Yes. “No.” I choke out, my voice merely a whisper. He wants it this way, he wants me to break, and I do, I give into him, playing with him. Playing his dirty game because the sooner we're done playing, the sooner he leaves. I learnt that the hard way, and will never repeat that mistake, it's better to give the demon what he wants and drown in it, because he's mine. We all have ours, but mine is the worst, and he likes the chase, but this time I brought myself to him on a silver platter. He groans in satisfaction, his movements inside me faster.