Demon Slayer Drum Demon Novels & Stories

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 past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

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!

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

She gripped her mother's hand, which surprised Helene, and shifted her gaze to her daughter, who was also clutching the doll's hands on the other. "Melpomene, Jasmine, and Mom. Together. Forever!" She then hummed a singsong melodic line before cheerfully clapping her hands. Helene smiled back as she combed her hand over Jasmine's hair.