Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'

The Demon-Slayer Sword was a Chaotic Treasure from the depths of the Dark World. This sword was pitch-black in color, and mysterious Dark Characters were engraved on the sword. The tip of the sword was slightly vent, and the blade radiated a chilling gleam that would make one’s blood run cold. Looking at the Demon-Slayer Sword, Thea walked toward the sword. Powerful energy materialized in her palm, which enveloped the sword. Through her immense power, she forcibly took the sword away.

The power of the Peach Blossom Demon Art was no less than the Great Star-suctioning Art. Levi’s clothes were torn apart by Carol. The bloody red mist enveloped his entire body. Then, Carol pounced on him right away. After a half-minute, Levi let out a terrible yet mournful roar. “The Peach Blossom Demon Art, Blood Cult. Carol Rockefeller, you’ll die a terrible death...” However, his voice stopped abruptly at this moment. After a few minutes, the bloody red mist disappeared. However, the power inside Carol’s body soared as her eyes turned scarlet as if they were filled with blood.

"Origin Demonic Art?" "Analyze." [Analyzing…] [The book is a technique book with illusion magic cast on it that features demonic art.] [This book will draw the attention of anyone who gets close to it.] "What kind of demonic art is it?" [Mystic Rank - Lower Demon Mutational Art] [Consuming the blood of living beings will greatly accelerate growth. Consuming the blood of the same species will accelerate advancement] [Side effect: becomes a demonic mutant]

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s