Demon Slayer Colouring Book Novels & Stories

I gently slid the drapes open, allowing the morning light in. Even though, the warm rays were blindingly beautiful, filling the area with shades of yellow and orange, perfectly reflecting off the white ceramic tiles. The scene was nothing less than picturesque, but the most surreal thing about that image was her; Pebbles was sprawled on her tummy. Her face was positioned towards the window. An avalanche of thick raven hair bundled over her eyes, falling to the side of her face like a curtain.

She commanded, before circling me with a ring of salt. She started chanting and drawing her own ruins in the ground with salt. She had many different types of salt with her, pink, black, white, purple and more. Every color warded off a different kind of demon. They wouldn't hold them back forever, but it would buy us time and that's what we need.

As a Demon King, Lukas wasn't exactly known for having the ability to forgive quickly or show mercy to filthy rats like the female demon in front of him. Talia watched in fascination as her mate started to change. His complexion started to become into a deathly pale colour, an almost blueish tint to the skin. The veins in his body began to glow red, a bright contrast to what his skin looked like. A growl ripped through his throat as black wings started to tear his back, morphing into a metal almost. His clothes were burnt off, replaced by something darker and sharp, jagged teeth pressing into his lips. His nails started to elongate into talons, black and sharper than a hellhound. Lukas was i

At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door. When Greg saw that door, his legs gave up and he knelt on the floor. “It’s over, it’s all over.” The special forces barged in. Everyone gasped when they saw the scene before them. It looked like a hotel room. There were pink wallpapers and lace curtains. There was also a huge round bed in the middle. Three young women lay on the bed. They were wearing delicate dresses with full make-up on. They were just like dolls. When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes.

I do not want to accept the fact that I was about to be sacrificed like a fucking lamb but there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent it. I was brought to a dark, strange, large room that seemed to be shrouded in an aura of foreboding. The air was thick with the scent of burning candles, and the flickering flames cast eerie shadows on the walls. The room was filled with an assortment of candles in red, black, and white, burning on the floor and some tables and furniture that seemed to be arranged in a deliberate pattern, like a ritual rite preparation. The floor was marked with white chalk, etched with strange symbols and diagrams that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

When he removed his hand, her hand was completely healed, and the pain slowly subsided. He nodded at Levy, who put the blood-stained pin into the lantern. The lantern started changing colors like a chameleon. El-Kharis's face turned pale, as did the faces of all the demons. Fear ate at Esteria again. "What type of demon am I?" she asked slowly, looking at all five of them, puzzled by their reaction to the lantern changing colors. "The thing is, it is supposed to be only one color, but it is showing five different colors," El said before removing the pin and trying again, but the result was the same—five different colors.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

He teases me as I try to walk away from him. "Come show me something in here." He points to the spell book Bahm gave me. I was actually pretty impressed, as most of these spells I've never heard of before! We both laid on Bahm's bed, flipping through the stiff and delicate pages of the book while I explained to him what each page was about. "This symbol means baby. The one with the triangle over the small stick figure. It's a infertility spell. The triangle represents a woman menstrul cycle, and since its purple in color it means harm to it."

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.