Demon Slayer Characters Birthdays Novels & Stories

The following month went by without any capture or new information concerning Orfeo and his clan. The pack knew the dhampir would be turning eighteen within the month, as those who were bred from the likes of a vampire were born under the influence and power of the winter solstice. Zach had his own birthday problems to contend with. Emily was also turning the big eighteen this December. He knew what he wanted to do, outside of the whole dinner, present, and cake thing, but how she would react to what he wanted to show her was to be questioned.

(Lily POV) Today is my 14th birthday. There will not be birthday cake, singing, or a party. Instead, we are attending a funeral. My sister's funeral, to be exact. Before my sister... died... we had a large party planned for me. I normally do not have a big party, but 14th birthdays are a really big deal to werewolves. They are the day that we first meet our wolves. The next monumental birthday is our 20th birthday; that is when can first identify our fated mates.

Taran's POV "You will die if I mark you without your wolf, little one." I let out a painful groan, lingering my lips over her clavicle. Goddess knows how much I wanted it. "It's been a full week now since my birthday!" Willa pouted, fixing her watery eyes on me with a pitiful look, "We don't even know if she would ever wake up!" She would. She hadn't woken up yet only because, her real birthday wasn't Christmas Eve. It was January 1st, the day I blacked out on 11 years ago.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ + •*.』 ~THE VERY MORNING... Scarlett's 18th birthday was on the coming Tuesday. And she was getting scared by the second.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

“A boy marvelous in using guns, calm as the color of blue, but has a shadow of the devil inside. Kid, from now on, your name will be— Aoi Akuma, the Gunslinger of the Dark Moon.” “Little girl holding a blade stained with nasty blood, strong like the color of red, sharp like a weapon, today I named you— Crimson Blade, the Slayer of the Dark Moon.” “Today, both of you have reborn, and my slave.” his voice was so cold and deep. In this dark world, his words is a rule, that no one can bend even the elders. People inside of this area were so surprised that their Shizun give the two little kids a title even though they’re still not a high-ranker, and just came out from level 1.

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

“Any plans for your special day?” Amara shook her head. “Just the usual. Maybe I’ll find some time to celebrate later.” He frowned slightly. “You should do something fun. It’s your eighteenth birthday, after all.” Before Amara could respond, Damon walked in, his expression as cold as ever. “Breakfast ready yet?” he demanded, not even acknowledging her birthday. “Almost,” she replied, keeping her voice steady. “Happy birthday, Damon.” He grunted in response, not bothering to look at her.

Pierre said. Ox nodded. I smiled a little. "Bloodbath cares... for you," Ox repeated, and it made me smile again—at least they weren’t trying to convince me that Demon was incapable of love, like how Manon and Zenia had done. "Today’s actually his birthday," Pierre suddenly said, and my eyes snapped toward him. "Today is his birthday?" I blinked in surprise. Ox nodded. "We... found out by chance." "But he doesn’t really celebrate his birthdays. I think he hates it," Pierre added.