Demon Slayer Douma Novels & Stories

“I don’t know that he the news his mother is training a potential challenger very well.” “If I have learned anything in our almost twenty years together, my love, it’s that a worthy Alpha should want to meet their competition on equal footing. It will be a good lesson for Damon to learn if he wants to lead our people someday.” Lucas smiled in agreement just as Rory led Osiris into the lobby. Thankfully, my team had worked quickly, and the place had been cleared of the angry wolves out for his blood. “He’s all set.” Rory smiled. “Don’t be too hard on him, no matter what I find out, he didn’t mean to kill that girl.”

Abbadon might be the true Master of the sword, but she couldn't wield the sword without a proper vessel. The Monarch swung his scythe and clashed it against the Sword of the Doombringer. With the combination of his overwhelming power and his swordsmanship, the Sword of the Doombringer shattered before Abbadon's eyes. With another swift movement, the tip of the scythe struck Abbadon on the chest. Jazmine collapsed in Liam's embrace while Abbadon fell to her knees. Abbadon laughed as blood flowed from her mouth while her hands held onto the blade still embedded in her chest. "I can still be reincarnated."

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

] But soon, new questions popped up: [So who was the second mystery man?] [Who is Isabella Thorne with now?] [That silhouette looked tall. Must be someone important.] Damon read the comments and suddenly smiled. "Looks like it's time for my official debut." "What do you mean?" He didn't answer. Instead, he started registering for a ShadowNet account. He carefully typed in his information. [Name: Damon Volkov] [Identity: Heir of House Volkov] [Bloodline Verification: AAA Pureblood]

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

The man in the black robe turned and left, a slight smirk forming at the corner of his mouth as he said, "After tomorrow night, you will thank me, Damon. Just hold on one more day, and you will become a true powerhouse." With those words, the man in the black robe ignored Damon and slowly left the training room. Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Aidementon's western city, in a river, Demetra stood in the water, tightly gripping a katana as he continuously slashed at the surface, causing it to explode with loud sounds. A voice kept ringing in Demetra's mind, 'Kill Wilbur. He deserves to die. Everything happened because of him. He tore you and Miyah apart!'

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

“Sorry, Dark Lord. Excuse me while I toss my ring into that boiling pit of lava-” “I'm the Prince of Darkness, maggot. Morgoth is the Dark Lord. And Dumah, my esteemed colleague, is the Angel of the Grave.” I gawked. Samael, Grim Reaper- Lord of the Rings aficionado? “I'LL ENSURE YOU HAVE A PARTICULARLY CRAMPED SEPULCHRE,” Dumah said, ever so genially. “Thanks. Why don't you do that after you fix that lisp?” “Enough, Shannon.”

I ordered strongly. "Hail the Great Maou." They all said together with a bow, then went out leaving Ose still on his knees. "Ducan...." "You can be the lead general of the Demon kingdom and territory but know how to present yourself when you are in the presence of a demon lord." I said seriously, cutting him off. "I wasn't wrong to suggest that Ducan. I can't sit by and watch you perish no matter what. Because of your human side you are quickly losing your power and soon you will..." He trailed off then got to his feet.