Demon Slayer Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He paused momentarily, then added, "I would like to have pups. I know this is not an option for me, but I cannot help but hope that someday something will happen to change that prospect for me" Setting her cup down on the table, Gaia leaned forward and said, "Sir Demon, today is your lucky day. I have the power to grant your greatest wish and would like to do so as a reward for my grandson's life. Demon was shocked. "Ma'am, I am sorry. I did not mean to question you. But me? You want to do this for me?" "I do, Sir Demon. You will be put into the same deep sleep as the others. When you awaken, you will be a wolf/demon hybrid. However, you will not be able to serve Hades in the underworld ever

"I am slowly getting back my memories and soon enough I will know what I and him shared!" "Oh please!" She waves her hand, dismissing Serra's argument. "Those aren't your memories! It's not yours and his! It's him and Clairra's memories together! You're simply a lost soul, my dear. He is--" Ammilya was interrupted by a sound of the door opening from a far. She knew it was Zierux so she took Serra's hand and look her in the eyes. "Listen to me," she demanded. "The Demon King plans to stab you in the chest on your wedding night where the purple moon is present. He wants to bring back Clairra's soul because she is the one he loves and not you!"

“Winner, winner, demon dinner, “June said. Each of the girls made their way down the staircase while walking cautiously to avoid any sudden movements from what may be lying down beneath. So, can somebody please run the plan by me again? June said. We find the statue, we destroyed the statue, and then we get the hell out of here. April G said. As they converse amongst each other, the teenagers soon found the Dean on his knees and speaking to what appeared to be a ten-foot black mirror. Everything will soon be in place. The Dean said to the mirror. The Crimson moon shall be upon us within the next year which will be the perfect time for me to eliminate Zai and his demon spawn. Demon spawn? Jun

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out. By the way, if Sidon Andago’s not your father, you can petition for the royal guardianship, and nobody could marry you off without the king’s approval.” “But?” “Should there be a ‘but’?” I mocked her. “You girls are so distrustful. Crazy!” Her answer was hissing and a small punch to my ribs. Hey, I’m a terrible demon, mind you! You ought to be afraid! “You’ve said it yourself—nothing’s ever unambiguous with demons.” How insolent! She remembered that I was a demon, but didn’t get the memo that she shouldn’t attack me. What is the world coming to?

"Veronica? What are we doing?" I sighed and leaned down, moving my hands a little and producing some silver chains, bound to the rock. "Dustin, you have to chain me up and go back to the packs." I told him in a quiet voice. "Are you kidding me? I am not doing that! Get your ass out of this cave right now!" He demanded, trying to pull me out. I stood my ground. "Dustin, please. I can't do this anymore! Don't you see! I am fulfilling the prophecy! I've been killing wolves ever since I got my powers, I don't want to wipe out the wolves!"

I really do not know how much it means to him, but I have also noticed how he spends most of his time caressing it. “I have nothing to do with demons,” he murmurs as he withdraws his hand from mine, once again, touching the ring. “My younger brother is. I only bear his name and title because he is very hideous.” “You bear his name?” The old man smiles and takes his eyes back to his fingers. “Yes. He is Xaulfur, the demon-obsessed. I’m Daymion, the Alpha.”

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

Lilith slams her hand down, and the blast spreads across the room, but Jesse easily waves a hand to keep it away. Lilith shook her head lightly, her lips twisted into a sly smirk. "That's enough from you," she said as she breathed slowly, full of disdain. "You have always been weak. Getting your feelings involved... a disgrace." Jesse growled furiously, his eyes burning bright red. His body began to shift, changing into his powerful demon form. Flames blazed around his fists, ready to destroy everything in his path. However, as he got near for another attack on Lilith, his body suddenly froze. His face scrunched up in pain, and he fell to his knees, wincing.

“If I have to ask one more time, you will regret it.” I scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears I hadn’t even realized were streaming down my face. My entire body trembled as I tried to form the words, my voice weak and shaky. “My… my dead best friend appeared to me. She was real, and… and the blood, it kept dripping off her…” Carmine’s eyes narrowed, his gaze boring into me with deadly intensity. “Do you think I’m here for jokes?” “No, I—” Before I could finish, he crossed the room in two strides, his hand wrapping around my throat in a tight, merciless grip. The force of it made my vision blur, and my legs buckled beneath me.