Demon Slayer Crow Novels & Stories

"The power... it’s too much." "Deal with it," I snapped, pulling back, though my own heart was hammering against my ribs. "Because we have company." The Council warriors were descending the cliff side on shimmering ropes of light. Behind them, on the safe side of the gorge, Damon was shouting orders, trying to reclaim his dignity. "Kill the girl! Capture Rowan!" Damon’s voice echoed. Rowan stood up, his height dwarfing me on the narrow ledge. He didn't look sick anymore. He looked like a god of war. He reached out, and a blade of solid shadows materialized in his hand.

A shadow demon suddenly emerged directly between us and the tent. Rhys cursed sharply beneath his breath. The creature rose slowly this time, black smoke rolling off its body while its shining black eyes fixed directly onto me. Not Corin. Not Rhys. Me. Its stretched mouth slowly pulled wider. Like it recognized me. Fear locked my body in place for one terrible second. Then Corin and Rhys moved at the exact same time. Blue and green crystal light flashed violently together through the darkness as both blades struck through the demon at once, tearing it apart into a violent burst of black ash.

Grasping one he bounds over to the girl as others tried to help her from the crow. With one smack of the broom, Cylester sends the bird flying across the room. It falls ungracefully, trying and failing to right itself. Another hard smack has its neck twisting in an odd angle that lets everyone know it was dead as its body stills. Cylester lifts his head to stare at the wolves crowding the room. "Where did the crow come from?" He asked, voicing his curiosity.

Serena looks at Crow, who shrugs. “It’s the truth, Sugar.” Crow says, looking her up and down appraisingly, “You don’t call me that. Ever. I’m a mixture of Blood-Witch and Bone-Witch, do not piss me off. I can kill at range.” Her eyes flicker black for a second, then back to their normal blue. Crow looks shaken, and only nods. She turns back to Eliza, with a look of concern. “She should be waking up… Forgive me, Sis.” She slaps her sister in the face, hard. Eliza starts, and tries to punch her attacker. Serena dodges, “Hey, woah there, Eliza Girl. It’s me.” Eliza stills and looks at her,

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Warlocks summoned demons to gain magic power; before they did that, they had been ordinary humans. I was a half-demon from the get-go. My nature was a part of me. Auntie seemed quite pleased and started nodding, as a thrall appeared from behind the throne. He looked really zealous, with the eyes of a rabid dog, a smile befitting said dog, a tattered robe, and the symbol of the Bright Saint in his hands. He handed me the symbol, which was a silver pendant with a blooming tree. Without pausing to think, I took the amulet and examined it.

I loved the deep, dark, brown color of his eyes. “Mmm. Not really, darling. But I really want to clean up before we go. There’s some blood on my shoulder still from the mark you gave me.” I purred. “Then we must get you clean. My pearl should always be cared for properly.” He whispered as he kissed me deeply. We cleaned up and made love in the fall of the shower. Adam went to get his bag from the living room and dressed in black slacks and a blue button up shirt. I came out of the bedroom in my natural form with a traditional demon outfit on.

"Kimberly. Get into the car. Return to the packhouse, and tell the Enforcers to get Ayra home." "Why? What's going on?" She asked with a frown. "Now!" I growled, tossing the key at her just as the figure formed completely. "What is that?" Kimberly asked with a wide-eyed look. "Go!" I tried to get through to Ayra, but just like the other day, I failed. Kimberly zoomed off just as the demon made his way toward me. "Acheron," he said with a grin. "Or do I call you Nathaniel now?"

“To aid and answer the call for help from your allies when they should find it necessary. You swear on your blood, and the bond of your people that you will come and fight alongside wolves, vampires, dragons etc should the need ever arise.” “I will be the first.” Crown Prince Cian says, stepping forward. His silky voice is smooth and serious. His eyes are fixed on King Cameron and the relics on the table. “I cannot promise the aid of my people yet, but I can promise myself and my sister for now, and my people when I’m King.” King Cameron nods seriously, bringing the demon heir to the table where the woman lifts the knife into her hands.