Demon Slayer Drum Demon Novels & Stories

Kill her, rip her apart. So much pain. So much rage. He clutched his fists, releasing a roar of anguish. His brutal claws ripped into the walls and floor, the stone turning to dust. Levina's cruel laugh echoed in his ears. He was lost. With one last bellow he let the demon within rage free.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

"So... You two are getting married." like that Statement from Dean, repeating Ariesta's story. The man had serious doubts about Edzar's plans, just like Ariesta, unsure that everything would turn out well. The problem is they're tricking legends. The world famous Treasury. The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Demon and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Azron and Dagon that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, we bring the end to a group of Demons…

Drake and Alexis brought the dead body of Steph with them too. Thamer and Damon were both in their fighting position. Thamer quickly used his demon form with his six demons inside his body. He doesn't need to wake them again because he already knew how to control them within his demon soul. " You think you can kill me? You're too weak to defeat me, Thamer Reid!" Damon mumbled while approaching him. It's a battle between rivals. Rivals in one girl and rivals in power. Thamer smirked and laughed at him.

A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante. "You’re right," Dante growled lowly. "But I’m not here to play. I'm here to take your heads." Before the demon could react, Dante snapped his neck with a sickening crack. The black cloud around him dissolved into nothing. The second demon grabbed Jo roughly, trying to teleport with her. But Dante moved faster. A sand lash whipped around the demon’s leg, yanking him face-first into the dirt. Dante pinned him with one foot, summoning a dagger of pure ice.

She had a whip in her hand, which she lashed hard against the demons. "Punish! Punish! Punish!" The whip was long and had a jingling sound at the end. They were shards of iron, sharp and pointed. With every welt it made, there were moans and wails from the slave demons. "Scratch! Scrape! Scour! Bite! Scratch! Scrape! Scour! Bite! Repeat after me, you morons!" The slave demons repeated after her. Their claws had spiky talons. They acted the words they recited mindlessly.

The gathered demons rose to meet us, their slitted pupils glowing with crimson light, their movements synchronized by the vessel that commanded them. I fought through them, the shard cutting through demonic flesh that dissolved into mist and reformed behind me, the contract scar burning with every strike, every defense, every moment of contact with forces that sought to compress my existence into the shape the Author had written. Riven fought at my left, his dagger a blur of steel and determination, his body a wall that absorbed blows that would have broken me. Austin fought at my right, his knives finding eyes and throats with precision that spoke of centuries of practice compressed into a

She took a deep breath and began to speak. "Grace, I have to tell you something," Olivia started. "Something that I've been keeping from you for a while now. And I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to believe." Grace looked up at her friend, noticing the worry etched on her face. "What is it, Liv?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned. Olivia took another deep breath and plunged ahead. "I... I summoned a demon, Grace. His name is Azazel, and he appeared in my room a few days ago."

Now that I have all the resources and support I can utilize to reclaim my life, I will use it to the fullest and live with this contract even if I have to give my soul to the contractor. “It’s done my Lady, as long as it is you, I can give everything, even if I destroy this Kingdom.” Hold on, just what on earth this demon wants from me?