Demon Slayer Douma Novels & Stories

Idamus looked worried. “I currently have her contract holder, Scott McGowen within these walls and will be summoning her Demon Lord…I didn’t think it safe for her to be anywhere near here tonight.” “Oh, I see…that’s a shame for me…however I offer my services to you in this ritual.” Ruben drew back in surprise. “There is no need for you to do that, Idamus…your warlocks were more than enough last time.” “Never the less, I am here so you might as well use me…” .

Ayumi is the son of Tadashi, Director of Tarso Retail Japan Branch, was his confidant, then betrayed him with embezzled company money, and committed suicide in prison. However, Edzar and Ayumi's relationship is far away, and Sebastian is worried that Ayumi will avenge her father's death. He didn't want Ayumi in his family. Ayumi must have a devious plan. And now Sebastian was overwhelmed with feelings of confusion. Is it worth giving up the woman he loves who he has been looking for 10 years to be his future wife for his son.? Damage

The demon turned to Niklassa. "Hmmm. The Demon Hunter herself. You killed Bera. Hashish. Marduk...", he squeezed his hand. Niklassa, still suspended in air started to choke."Themleis, Orban... their blood, I'll pay with yours", he said using his fingers to draw the life force out of her. He swallowed it as Niklassa's soulless body felt to the floor. He looked at Eida. "What a waste of talent". "You got a problem with that?", Master Damien asked now in his demon form, his pupils black and a scythe in his hand.

I ask, folding my leg on the bed to face him. "Deumus," he answers. "I have only heard of this demon from the Hierarchy Council," he sighs, "when I was much younger and still learning the ways of being a Warrior." "Okay, so, what about him?" His lips tighten and then he swallows. "First of all, Zull's only goal was to defeat and kill, but Deumus," he trails off. "Her goal is much different." "Her? That guttural, wicked voice was female?" I ask, surprised.

The sound of the slap was sharp enough to cut the air. Serena had just slapped Chloe, hard. "Shut up, you idiot!" Serena's voice trembled. "She is the Luna of the Alliance!" Chloe froze. "What... what did you say?" "That is the Lycan King, Damien!" Serena shrieked hysterically. "What did you just say? Do you have any idea what you just said?" Chloe's face went white. She looked at Damien with trembling eyes. The man before her was no longer a handsome stranger. He was the Reaper, come to collect her soul.

Dempsey explained upon hearing James inquire about the imprisoned Doom, “His name is Wyot Dalibor. He’s the son of the Doom Race’s current Patriarch. We went through a lot to capture him after finding out that he was out training. “Wyot is a Seventh-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God. He’s the heir of the Dooms and has a very prominent status, so we captured him alive. We didn’t execute him but kept him as a hostage to prevent the Dooms from targetting us.” Dempsey briefly explained the imprisoned Doom’s background. James was slightly taken aback. He never expected the prisoner to be the son of the Doom Race’s Patriarch and the successor of the Doom Race. Since the Doom had such a high status, Ja

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

Just then, a cold voice rang out, "You’re the mighty Thundura, and yet you fear something like this?" The voice carried a mocking tone, infuriating Thundura. "Who dares to be so arrogant?!" he roared. Suddenly, the vast thunderclouds were parted by a mysterious force, splitting to either side. A figure slowly descended from the sky, landing before everyone. This figure emanated an immensely powerful aura. It was Umbra, one of the top daemon generals. Upon seeing the newcomer, Thundura laughed heartily. "Umbra, you're here?"

“Why have you brought them here? And where have you been? Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” David had regained his composure and his voice was once again steady and emotionless. “I am here now. Is there a problem?” “Yes! Yes, there’s a problem. He was here. A damn war golem. In my home. Demanded to know where the brothel was. That’s all he wanted to know. I thought he was going to eat me.” Dorma was shaking. His confident public persona was nowhere to be seen. He looked like a scared, old man (who did some modelling work on the side).

Elara could see the numbers of the congeneric debt repeating across her retinain: M-A-R-G-I-N--Z-E-R-O.--M-A-R-G-I-N--Z-E-R-O.--M-A-R-G-I-N--Z-E-R-O. She did not have her right arm to fight back. It lay twenty feet away on the glass floor, she had no leverage, no grease and no iron pins left to throw into the cogs. "Damon!" she cried out, her voice was a mix of blood and numbers. "The wall is falling!" From the edge of the horizon, Damon appeared. He was not a man or a wolf he was a skeleton made of iron and wolf fur. His eyes were burning with an orange fire.