Demon Slayer Crying Guy Novels & Stories

There's no way through Demon Alpha would definitely cry. He slowly turned to face the alpha, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the tears streaming down Theo's face, his eyes red and puffy from crying. 'What the hell!' Ashton thought inwardly. It was the first time Ashton had ever seen the alpha cry, and it shook him to his core, leaving him feeling stunned and bewildered. Not only that... but thus is the Demon Alpha of all people. To see this great person cry in front of him and because of him made Ashton’s leg nearly give up on standing.

The demon was growling and grunting, trying to free himself. Big fat tears rolled down his cheeks as he cried out. When he didn't answer Megara panicked even more, thinking she pushed him too hard and he ended up hurting himself but she also knew he wouldn't cry for such a thing. He doesn't cry when he is in pain at all. She had never seen him crying like this no matter what. She panicked thinking about the worst scenarios that occurred in just a minute with him. Her breathing was heavy as she grabbed his arms and kept staring at him with eyes barely open.

The male servant was lying dead next to him with his pants rolled down and his dick gone. "So much for living in paradise," Samson sighed painfully and patted Mortas's shoulder. "He's dead and already back in hell my king," he states calmly. Mortas started sobbing uncontrollably and wiped his eyes with his bloody hand, streaking his face with Dane's blood. He looked up at me and raised his arms. I kneeled down and hugged him as he cried on my shoulder. I glanced at Samson and rolled my eyes as I patted Mortas's back.

Standing in front of the soldier, Henry wondered what should he say to him, he was but a boy, fifteen years old at best, his thin built and pale skin indicated that he was an ice demon, the shadow demons were larger, something the shadows’ lord brought to his attention when they were waiting for the news from the ice queen. The boy’s age wasn’t all what caught the human king’s attention, it was also the tears that formed in his eyes before they started falling, Henry was taking a back for a moment, not knowing what could have made the young demon cry, grabbing him by the shoulders, Henry called out for the young soldier, not missing the deep misery and sadness behind the tears, he knew the f

I asked them. " Don't be afraid, I won't eat you guys" I said bu5 I'm still in my snakes form. The young guy walked forward trying to be brave. " Okay, we believed you now but will you please come back as human? You look better " he said and cleared his throat. I closed my eyes and returned to my human form. ------- " I'm Alexis, I'm the demon slayer!" He introduced himself to Aries. " I'm Steph Jackson and I'm looking for a cure to be a mortal again" she told Aries.

I looked on as Vincenzo tossed Fiora onto the ground in revulsion; the sight made me burst out laughing. Fiora fell to the ground and was prepared to lash out, but as soon as she recognized Vincenzo, she shrank back like a terrified animal. Vicenzo's name was synonymous with fear all along the eastern side of Arinthia. He was a hard-edged Don, nothing like the gentlemanly Marco. He had bound an enemy's son to a concrete dock pillar ten years ago and watched as the tide slowly submerged him. He stood on the bank for four hours, watching the man's slow death.

A frown of disappointed etched it's way on my face. "Only fifty?" Incredulity was clear in my voice as Queen Sylva smirked lightly at me. "You are underestimating the healing abilities of my people, Seraphina. If all your people heal as faster as you, then trust me. My healers can raise your men from dead." Her chin was high in the air with pride along all the other elves in the hall. Honestly, it was not hard to believe her. In library, I have read a bunch of stories about how an elf could breathe life in a dying man, if treatment is given in time.

ANGEL I felt like my blood freezing and my bones breaking into million pieces while my heart stopped beating seeing the guy who I have never seen crying over any pain crying in front of us, in front of all of us, his parent, brothers, my parents and all those fucking wizards who are just standing and watching the guy they have seen grew up in front of their eyes for years dying in pain.

I watch the demon Melt. I frown looking up from the puddle of melted demon. I see the Man come out from the Shadows. I take in his features once he stood under the streetlight. Hus dark brown hard glistened and he was in a grey sweatpant and black tshirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. I go over to the Injured kid behind the Dumpster gathering him into my arms. "Hey hey. Stay with me." I mutter. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I try to heal him but I couldn't. I felt tears sting my eyes as I prey them open.

“Humans. Always so dramatic. You could just let the Mother sing again. One cry. Your problem’s solved.” “No.” Draven and I say it together. We look at each other. For a second, it’s just us. Mate to Mate. The rest of the world falls away. Then Cael starts crying. Real crying. Baby crying. Scared, tired, overwhelmed. The six Others drop instantly. Hands over their ears. Wrath grunts and takes a knee, Clay clutched to his chest. “Make him stop,” Wrath grits out. “First Blood grief calls the deep roots. If he keeps going—”