Demon Slayer Drum Demon Novels & Stories

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?

Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whereas demons have grotesque bat wings. When you mix the two, it turns out you get something like my wings, smooth, dark blue, and like a dragon wing. Minus the boney parts and scales. Dad said the skin on our wings actually resembles the skin of sharks, which makes us very, very fast flyers. But what sets us apart from our predecessors, is that the wings can change shape. Quite literally.

The demon said. “Shut up and fight," Damon taunted. “I will have your head!" The demon yelled as he attacked non stop but Damon kept blocking off his deadly strikes with both of his swords. Their swords clashed and danced. The high ranked demon was the aggressor and the one aiming for the killer blows while Damon was the one doing the defending and ducking. He was doing it so elegantly and with style though. So clean in the eyes. “Ahhh!" The demon went for Damon's head again but once again Damon was able to dodge it and this time no strands of his hair were murdered. To top it up Damon landed a strike on the demon's back thigh.

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.

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

A group of Seven demons shook the world by storm with their immense power. But just as how the demons evolve their existence. So does the Demon Slayers. They started forming organizations and started learning from each other around the world on how to kill demons and became stronger too. They were no longer known as Demon Slayers. They called themselves the purifiers of evil, The Exorcist. Unlike demon ranks they had class. From Low priest, High Priest, Arch Priest and Paladin. There are 12 paladins in the Exorcist organisation and the strongest one was chosen to be the Head Paladin and have absolute control over the organisation. They were strong even though less in number compared to demon

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

A young boy with a blessed sword in hand, a heretic with a dark holy sword, and a young girl with a lingering aura of death. The demonic creature that was amusingly looking down on the creatures below him from the tree. With its blood-red eyes, the demon looked down at bottom as it smiled widely. "It seems like we have a messenger here, what could I do for you? Messenger of Duke Barbatos. " the demon said with a teasing smile. Licking its lips, the demon eyes carefully looked at the lower demon up and down, almost as if a delicious snack had presented itself before it. Crack! Crack! Crack!