Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

Near that painting, a canvas and board was placed. "This crab is waste. Even after this long years, I haven't found you, where are you, mister?" ZouMi muttered to herself. This painting, was none other than, the one four years back, 'Ao Mi' famous painting, 'MindMe'. ZouMi, has been trying to paint the same painting, but wasn't satisfied with the result every time. She replaced the board with a new white sheet, picked the brush and emerged herself in the painting.

Looking upon the image of the struggling Asherah, Old Fan didn’t need to be told why she had been standing still and merely watching him. “You are trying so hard to suppress the demon within,” Old Fan whispered, his energy growing sharper; the energy storm he had conjured responding to his feelings and becoming more torrential. The transformed Asherah gnashed her teeth in rage and desire, yet there was a flicker of reason within those beautiful eyes that kept her in place. It was that last bit of reasoning that prevented her from charging towards Old Fan like a rampaging bull. Unfortunately, Old Fan did not appreciate her love or superior self-control. What he wanted was a fully unbridled As

One part of me wanted to take her home with me as a pet because I know she will be delicious and the other part didn't want to suffer her more than what she was already suffering. I watched as 3 other demons headed towards the shop and they also started taking interest in her. "2 million South Korean won," one of them shouted "10 million South Korean won," another said "50 million South Korean won," the last demon screamed. These demon seem to be very rich. I watched the poor girls expression and noticed that she was not happy. She is already in tears probably because she knows what these demons will do to her when one of them finally buys her.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

With a flick of his wrist, a folding fan as tall as half a man appeared in his hand. There was a crackling sound of thunder on the surface of the folding fan, which made his face bright and dark. "The slate is made of special materials. It must be watered with a large amount of cultivator's blood to melt. In addition, I have to feed those demonic souls with the cultivators’ blood so that the demonic souls will no longer be a threat to me. But it's too late for you to know this now. Because you are about to die!" In an instant, Yelly Summer's killing intent surged toward Caspian like a tide.

The hooded figures began to chant, their voices rising in a dissonant, haunting harmony: “Born of the shadow, the flowers shall rise. Through the vessel’s pain, the old world dies.” The Vhalir watched the carnage with a look of serene boredom. He watched as the blood reached the center of the sigil, where a single, black flower made of obsidian and shadow began to sprout from the stone. He stood up, his golden hair catching the dim light of the torches. He looked toward the ceiling, as if his gaze could pierce through the miles of earth and stone to find a small apartment where a boy was waking up from a nightmare.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The seriousness in her voice amused Chad and he wanted to know more about this mystery artist. “Why's that?” Chad asked and he saw her frown again. He knew she could see his interest and also his amusement. “Does he not like rainbows and pretty skies too?” the question was meant to ease her and when she giggled, Chad felt his heart swell. He wanted to always hear her laugh, always. “As I was saying,” she continued softly, “This artist, Hell's Demon, is proving to be the perfect pain in the ass.” A smile played at Chad's lips and she rolled her eyes accordingly. “I need to get him if I want to save my gallery.”