Demon Slayer Boulder Novels & Stories

The Vampires were running toward them, but the bubble of Jo’s powers around them wasn’t allowing any of the enemy's bullets to hit the trio. It wasn’t enough for Cassidy just to turn the bullets away from the prisoners, though. The Vampires and Hunter Assassins continued to fire, and if even one bullet got through, it could cost their side a life. In a matter of seconds, Cassidy had moved their group within the bubble between the firing squad and the prisoners, expanding the bubble so that all of the prisoners were in it as well.

“She’s been getting information for us and will leave after next week to get more. She found the location of our enemy and has updated us on the terrain. She will be training with our human soldiers while she is recovering. If she leaves a situation, let her go. Her illness is severe and will harm others. Remember her look. She is valuable to us.” I waved. There was some applause. I heard a few people whisper about my size. It wasn’t like I was actually all that big, I was just thicker in more places than the average demon. There were a few whispers of appreciation for that as well. “Well, that explains why the monster hasn’t been coming to see us.” A snickering voice murmured from somewhere

As the vampire woman no longer moves, I hurriedly sends a jet of groundwater in to cool the mass down. Soleil is finally able to release her grip. The large cone-shaped stone falls to the ground and drills the tip far into the ground. My sisters all sit down, exhausted, as I continue to throw water on the heavy granite block that now holds the charred body firmly from the waist down. I stop the water jet when Harry steps forward. As he is about to hammer his fist into the chest of the demon, he is stopped by a deep growl.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Brown felt uncomfortable with this shrill sound, he frowned slightly and covered his ears. “In this world, what I hate most is the cry of a girl, especially the cry of a demon girl. That's right, I'm not Dr. Brown, and I'm not your Brownie. I also have no interest in the love story of the two of you, so if you touch someone I care about, you should determine that your front is the road of death and there is no chance of reincarnation.” Dr. Brown threatened. “Are you a magician or a pastor. Are you the demon slayer that everyone talks about? There are no demon's aura on your body, and you're not human either. After all, what are you?" The female demon saw Brown's face and started to get a lit

“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.

Wilbur had used this move on one of Chance Teft's pupils, Zachary Yanez before. The boulder was about half a meter wide, burning brightly with spiritual flames and covered in runes as it hurtled toward the ultimate spear. A deafening rumble shook the air around them and the ultimate spear was shattered in an instant. However, the Boulder Dragon Bomb did not seem to stop. It continued to spit out boulders at the elder. The elder's face paled, and he used up all the spiritual energy he had left to form a spiritual shield. With a loud rumble, the elder was able to deflect this incoming bullet. However, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Nevertheless, the person at his back also took huge damage, like him, that person also was hit by the boulder. Yman grinned and took a glance at the person. He saw him standing not too far away from him. He was standing still while wobbling from side to side. 'He was stunned! Ahaha,' he laughed seeing that guy lost more than half of his health points and now was under the effect of Bash. That boulder throw of this monster could cause the Bash effect when hit directly by it. They would be stunned for a limited time. Since Yman was able to block it with his sword, no Bash effect on him.

he asks, obviously upset. "I was attacked." "That I can see. By what?" he says a bit angrily. "By a ghoul," I almost whisper out. Bennet's brow knit together. "By what?" "A ghoul. They're demons that feast upon vampire blood," I explain. "Why would it attack you? You're not a vampire and-" "This one I have a history with," I interrupt. Bennet frowns. "Tell me," he says as he lifts me up onto the bed. I sit between his legs, facing him. I lean forward and hug him. He reciprocates.