Demon Slayer Crow Novels & Stories

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

[status] Species: Lesser Demon(18/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Exp:560/1000 HP:300 CON: 28 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:54 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP) [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(R), Enhanced(R), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite)] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life}

“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.

The one person I dread talking to. Shadows come around me, and within seconds, I’m in his realm in his throne room. The hooded figure sits on his throne made from bones. Death’s silver-gray eyes glow under the black hood. He’s in a full black robe with jagged sleeves. The room is all black stone, lit by fire on the walls in torches. Shadows swirl around. I’ve seen his true form before, but I’d rather not stare into the face of Death as he’s a scary fucker. Death holds his silver and black scythe in his right hand. A Howler pup sits near his throne as he loves his hellhounds. The coven calls them Howlers. Cerberus is his fucking favorite. I’m still not happy that fucker came after Ari. The as

Images flickered in my head: • me barreling through enemies like a meteor • shadowfire coating my fur like armor • my howl cracking stone • lies burning away in my gaze My chest swelled with something fierce. Next, Morana guided me gently. “Call your mind.” I shifted again, my bones hollowing, feathers sweeping out, and air catching beneath new wings. A crow burst from the shadows, sleek and swift, circling Rowan’s head. “Your second form,” Morana said. “Sight. Strategy. Stealth. The crow sees truths others hide. She slips between shadows and hears secrets even the wind cannot carry.”

“Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.” “Not all of them,” I said. Maybe it was wrong of me to goad him. The man’s unfocused eyes suddenly veered in on me. “You,” he growled. He pushed himself up to his feet, and started forward like he meant to sprint to me, to hurt me. Crow was strong, but he wasn’t as fast as I was. And if he wasn’t as fast as me, then he was two times slower than Damien. Damien wasted no time. In a blink, he was between me and the attacker.

After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist. "I’m going to sleep and recover. After you’re done eating, keep an eye on the fire." The moment the words left my mouth, I could no longer hold on. I fell into a deep sleep. At the very instant I lost consciousness, the omega, Cael Ardent, and the healer, Lorian Crest, both lifted their heads. In that moment, all traces of fear vanished from their eyes. All that remained was venom and killing intent. The two exchanged a glance, claws flashing out as they lunged straight at me.

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v