Demon Slayer Crow Novels & Stories

On top of that, he felt like the crow was spilling something important the way it didn’t shut its beak as he descended from the sky. “Oh shit. Really?” Shadow sounded bewildered. Her mouth hung wide as her eyes widened big. CAAAAAWWWW! The crow perched on the Shadow’s shoulder. Then, Samuel saw that the shocked face easily calmed down after the next scream of the crow. “Fair point. I still need to avenge my people, though.” CAAWW! At the peripheral vision of Samuel, he spotted the reaction of the crow. It was rolling its eyes while talking to Shadow. “I’m different,” Shadow started to argue as if she understood the crow.

My breath got stuck in my throat when he got in beside me. His jaw was set. Lips set into a grim line. And his eyes? They rivalled the worst thunderstorms. I had to be in a car with him for lord knows how long. I didn’t want to be there. Another man I have only seen from afar got into the front seat. He didn’t turn around to face us but when they started talking, I realised who he was, The Wolf Slayer’s Beta. I didn’t know how name either just that he was as horrible as his alpha. Also a pureblood lycan that had way too much power.

Crow is a highly trained scout that could fully hide his presence even with the enhanced senses of the werewolves. And his senses are also sharpened in finding out the distinct differences of any werewolves that he would come across which allows him to succeed in all of his past missions from the Royal Arc clan. Crow has been scouting around the outer territory of Rebelliad for the past month, but he did not manage to gleam any information about the treasures that exists in the city since it was built. After scouring the small forces of rogues in the outer territory, Crown entered the inner territory yesterday with the identity of a small travelling merchant from the Fressia Kingdom.

Seven feet of muscle and fury, claws like daggers, jaws that could crush stone. The Crown Prince of Virelion in all his terrible glory. The first wave of attackers faltered. The second wave died. Kael tore through them like parchment. A slaver with a club got too close—Kael caught his arm mid-swing and *twisted*, ripping the limb from its socket in a spray of blood. The man's scream was cut short when Kael's jaws closed around his throat and tore it out. A crossbow bolt whistled past his ear. He spun, tracked the shooter, and was on the man in three bounds. His claws opened the shooter from shoulder to hip, spilling his insides across the floor in a steaming pile.

Did she? He was moving before he’d made a conscious decision to, cutting through the crowd with the focus of a man who was used to the world rearranging itself around him. She saw him coming. He could tell because something shifted in her posture, a slight stiffening, a micro-adjustment, like a fighter resettling her weight. He stopped two feet from her. "Damien Cross," he said, extending his hand.

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.

“The crown doesn’t want a vessel. It wants three.” My stomach flipped. “Three?” She smiled, white eyes gleaming. “Yes…. You, me… and Kael.” Kael’s terrifying growl shook the ground. “I will never bow to this.” But his hands trembled. I saw his claws pierce his palms, blood dripping into the dirt as the thread around him tightened. The crown was already in him. Then the shadow moved. Not split. From its body peeled more shapes, dozens, then hundreds. Wolves without eyes, hollow and snarling.

Just please kill me already, my poor heart can't take this anymore. I taste a metallic flavor pour out of my nostrils and mouth before everything went dark again. I felt myself collapse, but not even the impact against the steel floors could wake me. ******************************** Enters Kris, The Demon-Wolf King's Host, "KRIS! YOU GOT TO GET OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY BROTHER!" "DUDE, I'M FREAKING OUT!! PLEASE" "THE WITCH KRIS.... THE WITCH!" This friggin idiot! He calls himself a King?!

Her expression was one of surprise, as was mine, which soon after became serious; Prince Crowther was sitting next to her, everyone stared at me, I saluted the commander who broke the awkward silence. _______ This is Blacke Livet, one of the best we currently have in the corporation, my eyes fell to Ayla's that brought an expression that I couldn't decipher - Mr. Livet, will accompany Miss Ayla throughout our corporation, she chose military area to exercise the next test of the dispute for the Diamond crown .. - I nodded in a positive sign understanding the reason why she was there - Your Highness, you can choose to go with them or stay here in my company... Nathan Crowther is the scum of al