Demon Slayer Book 3 Novels & Stories

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“The iron in the bullets and daggers will kill lower-level demons, but nothing over a level two.” “Levels?” “It will be explained tomorrow before our first mission,” I tell her, needing to get away from her scent—away from her, period. I pick the box up, placing the diamond demon bomb back inside, and ignore her protests as I take it to my room. Carefully, I leave it on my chest of drawers and grab the book beside it before returning to Lila. I handed her the book I had as a kid. “You need books more than you need weapons. Welcome to Demonology for Beginners.”

Or that he did. ☠️ End of Chapter 37

“Stronger than anywhere I’ve felt since the Trials.” Theron stood behind her, watching the moonlight pour down like silver rain. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” She nodded. “Yes. I think… I think the book wants me to.” After making a small fire, Theron laid out a blanket for her to sit. Serena opened the book once more. This time, the pages turned themselves, flipping to an inscription she hadn’t seen before. The ink pulsed like veins of molten gold. The one who holds the blood of three, Shall choose the heart of fire or sea. If fire wins, a kingdom burns. If sea prevails, the world returns.

she paused glancing at Anna, " but you will be different, You're now witch and vamp, Anna." "She's like Khloe?" Liam asked. "Yes, hybrids of vampire high class are powerful," Abigail replied. "I'm immortal?" Anna stated. Abigail nodded, "you are." ------------------- [A/N] Hey Ya'll. I hope you're all doing fine. I saw that book 2 reached 54 reviews and I want to thank all of you for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. As promised, here is the first chapter of BOOK 3, Azian prince of Dragons. Please leave a comment and a review. I'm back in school so it is impossible for daily updates at the moment, however, I will try to release a chapter once a week (I'm not promising).

“This is a privilege sir. By the way, while I have you here, there’s something I must confess. One of the conditions into securing help with rescuing your ass was I kinda agreed to you having a threesome with the Mad Hatter’s psychotic wife. I hope you don’t mind.” “Well who is the third person?” So not the reaction Amber was expecting. But he was yet to hear the best part. “Oh just the Mad Hatter himself. But gingers are great in bed. And I’m sure he'll be gentle as it’s your first time. It was desperate times Grayson. I did what I had to do.” She bit her lip and waited for him to bite her head off. The elevator dinged and opened onto the ground floor. Grayson was still taking it remarkably

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

~Camine~ “Do you want to talk about it?” Santos already knew the answer, so I didn’t know why he bothered asking. He should have sensed it—my wolf was practically clawing at the surface, demanding blood. Things hadn’t gone according to plan, and someone was going to pay for it. I stepped out of the car, ignoring Santos as my aura darkened further. The reflection of it mirrored back at me in the hallway windows as I made my way through the mansion. People scattered the second they caught sight of me.

According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet. It was a werewolf themed novel and Clara was sceptical at first, but she was soon lost in the story. Clara read the book with close attention and when she finished, she found it was now half five in the morning. She put down the book and her eyelids began to droop. She felt very ready to sleep now. She could get through everything; she was going to get revenge against everyone who had hurt her and Clarissa. ***

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.