Demon Slayer Drum Demon Novels & Stories

The prelude began with the sound of drums! The cool big screen door slowly opened. A handsome silver-haired guy was seen holding a pair of drumsticks as he beat the drums, hyping up the whole place! Harmonia never expected that Dimas would dye his short hair silver. It did not feel inconsistent at all but surprisingly, it suited him perfectly. The short silver hair complemented him, giving him a kingly aura which was full of restrain. Just as the crowd was gasping in surprise, a deep, sexy voice accompanied the drumbeats.

Their armor shattered, and their forms dissolved into grey ash before they even hit the ground. But Silas—the thing that used to be Silas wasn't so easily stopped. He let out a roar that tasted like rust in the air and swung a massive, jagged arm at Vane. Vane caught the blow with his bare hand. The sound of metal meeting demonic flesh was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Vane’s shoes cracked the stone floor beneath him, but he didn't move an inch. A thin trickle of dark, almost black blood ran down his palm, and the sight of it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Elara. He was bleeding. He was real.

It can make you melt once they stare at you for a long time! Imagine if you saw them in person and they looked at you intently. Oh my! You will scream and squeak because of intimidation and thrillingness. I even took their names and put them in my notes so that I can start to remember them. Isaac Wesley is their main vocalist. The drummer's name is Draco. This is probably Crystal's bias. He was the only one that name is starting in letter D in their band, tho. Their rhythm guitarist is named Kent. Then their bassist's name is Onyx.

The drumming heartbeat made him go numb as he released the sword he held on his hand and jumped down from the tentacle. As he rolled downward after slipping up, Shawn made his way toward the position where Dominic once were. “No way. You don’t die this easily. No way. You are there aren’t you? Don’t play tricks with me brother.” Shawn then shook his head as he heard demonic whispers all around his head and even if he had try to shake those voices away, his heart wasn’t as obedient as he wished it would be. ‘You should be happy with this Shawn. This is what you have really wished for. Not for a family but for you to finally end your misery and the people who had given you that misery!’

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He said a little breathless. "We should be starting the ritual now." The priest bowed to him and moved to stand before the statue but not before stealing a glance at me. There was something going on with the priest. Maybe he recognised me but again, I was meeting him for the first time ever. The priest was holding a large copper chalice with intricate designs on it, which was half filled with a mysterious liquid. "I summon the Alpha king, entitled to the throne of the werewolf Kingdom, to commence the rituals of the blood oath here, before the mother moon goddess." The priest announced and the king made his way to him.

Glancing down at his shirt that had ridden up she could make out boot prints on his chest and burn marks on his side. "What on earth happened to you," she muttered. "I kicked his ass," a gravelly voice sounded with a bit of humor. Sophia turned and screeched seeing a huge frightening-looking demon standing in the doorway. Sophia's single eye widened at the gray colored skinned, black horned creature with blood-red eyes and huge leathery wings.

No one had ever dared to humiliate him that way. How dare a Dramonian youth like Sebastian slap him in public? He would make Sebastian and Dramon pay for each slap with tens of thousands of lives. There was a sharp, shrill twang from the sword that echoed around them. The dark light on the Demon's Sword gradually turned a deep green. "Oh, no!" Even Alice cried out in fear when she saw what was happening. Although the Demon's Sword didn't qualify as a sacred weapon, it was filled with Saydan's demonic power!

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”