Demon Slayer Douma Novels & Stories

“You’re not human, and you’re not a werewolf… what are you?” “A demon,” Sloth answered, smiling lazily. “You brought a demon into our home?” Luna Stella snapped, her voice cutting through the room like glass. Her disgusted glare never left me, as if I were to blame for his presence. “Damien really does surround himself with dangerous things.” The Alpha’s hand pressed lightly against her arm, urging her to sit. “And why are you here?” he asked Sloth evenly. “I answer to no one but Damien,” Sloth said without interest.

They were brought to him, trembling with fear. Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked at them. "You stole from me," he said, his voice cold and deadly. "You'll pay for that." Without another word, Damon's men dragged the thieves away, their screams echoing through the warehouse. Damon watched them go, his expression unyielding. He had a reputation for being ruthless, and he intended to keep it that way. When it was all over, Damon returned to his car, his mind at ease. He had taken care of the problem, and he could now focus on more important things.

“Have they caught the guy?” “No,” Jackson replied. “He seems to be a professional killer.” “I know. I know Asher isn’t a guy you can catch like Charles,” Damian informed him. “We need a more professional man for the job.” He turned to Henry. “Contact Demon, he’s the only one who can do it.” “Yes, sir,” Henry replied. The car pulled into the mansion’s driveway. Henry turned off the engine, and Damian immediately moved to help Elara out. She winced slightly as she tried to stand on her own, and Damian’s arms were around her in an instant, steadying her.

she mumbled. "Salis is a powerful hybrid necromancer that was banished from the fairy realm because he would steal mates from their intended match. He stole others' mates and also my cousins, having his way with them before abandoning them. He is without honor and will not have your best interests in mind. You are demon marked so I am certain that is what is drawing him to you," Atlas surmised. Frowning, Aira glared at him.

he said to Mia, who was being held down by Heartman. "Gather up their corpses and set them ablaze so the demon won't add them to his army of the dead," he instructed Heartman and the few warriors remaining. In accordance with the sorcerer's instructions, Heartman and the other warriors collected the bodies and piled them together in a heap. A solemn silence descended upon them as they set the gruesome heap ablaze; their

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

Cullen’s Pov I had just arrived home. It was 2 a.m., the dead hour. For the first time in countless decades of being a Reaper, I felt... confused. Not from the souls I took. Not from the underworld’s silence. But from her. As I stepped into my quiet, cold home, a divine presence swept through the room. I didn't need to turn around—I already knew who it was. Thanatos. “What have you done?” he asked, his voice low but seething with restrained anger.

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

Realizing he was only proving his theory of his insanity, Damon the prideful kept on walking backward like a human he saw inside the boxes called television in the human realm as if he was someone inside a horror and suspense scene. Damon the insane yet prideful Halfling was in this train of thoughts when his back bumped into someone. “Fuck!” He turned sharply to the body he just bumped into and was immediately welcomed by a pair of deep azure eyes. Damon cleared his throat before he spoke. “Since when did you come here, Hydra?”