Demon Slayer Comics Novels & Stories

My fist glows and I uppercut her. Fist of the shard: Railgun. She shoots into the air, and I follow suit. She stops mid-air and hurls back downward. I can sense a black miasma around her now. A huge black hand appears beside her and shoots towards me. I slash it in half, but it reforms into ropes and bind me. A purple sigil is in front of her now and I watch as she passes through it, totally transforming. Clad in black armour, and brandishing a huge blade, I recognize the familiar demon magic. “Possession”, I say as she fires a blast of hellfire at me. My dome blocks the fire, but not for long. I tear off the binds and release my second shard level. I dodge the burst of flames and fly at her

"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.

He got out of the thick smoke, but the demon was below him, releasing a dark slash. Fortunately, he avoided the dark slash when he released an ice slide. He made the end of the slide reach where the demon was. Before the demon could attack him again, he quickly slipped into it as the dark slash passed to his left. The dark slash split the clouds in the sky. When he got close to the demon, he hit him in the side with his sword. The wound was deep, making the dark red blood overflow.

It hadn’t been a clean death for the young werewolf. “Thanks for coming. What can you tell us about a demon that would kill werewolves and shifters?” Lucian asked, leaning against the jeep. “Not many demons came to this realm. The few that did are not so nasty. I know the nasty ones will skin and hang the body parts to come back and get them later.” Ahnu’shanti told them, and by the looks on their faces, that is what had happened, he tsked then sighed. This wasn’t good at all. The demons hadn’t really come out like the others.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Anything to help drown the thoughts in my head. “Not only am I facing Benjamin, but I’m also facing the Allister brothers because one of them thinks I killed their family. Ozark’s tone implied Samuel knows they’re alive, so there’s that. Know what that means?” I took another sip. “The Brothers of Doom could join the war, and to top it all off, I have a powerful demon who has a personal vendetta against me. Isn’t my life fucking great?” “No, Nathaniel, it’s not.”

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

The room was empty and looked like a tornado had run through it. "What are they looking for," I questioned curiously, lifting an empty dresser drawer out of our way. Both men shrugged and continued to the open door. Samson peeked around down the hall and waved us forward. We all hurried down the hall and kneel down at the top of the stairs to see Mortas tied to a chair below surrounded by men in all matte black armor. One of the pricks was about to saw off Mortas's single horn. "That's a great insult for us demons," Dane whispered sadly. I gritted my teeth and stood.

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-"

"Oh! The flower! Did you sneak into my room?" "Uhm." Kenshi sucks in air, smiling playfully. "Didn't Roya tell you?" "You saw me asleep?!" "Calm down!" He laughs. "I asked Zed." "Oh, good." She breathes out, shifting her gaze back to him. "But don't you know what that spider lily flower meant? Do you want me dead or something?" "No, I don't want you dead. How do I explain it." He looks away to think for a second and back to her. "In Yami, spider lilies are like roses. Most of us demons has heart with a complex design like that red spider lily."