Demon Slayer Fanarts Novels & Stories

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This

He slid his hands into his pockets as he frowned. "You must think you're something, you must really think you are something." He continued to mutter to himself. Delilah's smile broadened as she watched him stand in front of her. She must have known he was furious, just like other demons, Delilah fed off emotions. The most delicious one to her was rage…she fed on the rage of the people who surrounded her. He could tell his rage was really giving her joy and audacity. "What?" She mumbled, spitting on the ground, blood splattered on the ground beside her bare feet.

Willa wasn't able to stay in one place so she ran around from place to place, occasionally saying hi to us with her high energy. "I'm Samael." The demon in front of me said to the girl behind me. "I'm going to stab you if you continue talking." Fay behind me responded to the demon in front of me. The demon in question literally lit up with that answer. "Do you have a knife on you?" Samael asked with gleeful eyes. I sighed deeply. Adrian was behind Samael with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps. Want to be cut?" Fay answered. I heard the laugh in her tone. I turned around to her with my hands up in the air. "Can I choose the body part that you're cutting?" Samael responded.

A pillow of thick black smoke had appeared in front of the pentagram I had created before revealing a very gorgeous creature with snowy white hair, leathery black wings and pearly white fangs—a demon, based on the horns sitting atop his head. “What is it that you desire most, young one?” The demons started. “Money? Fame? Power? All the things in the world could be yours.” “My best friend.” I said. “I want Ashley! I want to see him again.” I said with resolve etched into my soul. The demon raised his eye brows at that with a smirk. “You could have everything in the world yet you yearn for such simple thing?” “No. I want my best friend.” I said in a steady voice despite of the rapid beat in my

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

Kali Dameri was an anti-superstition person, but that wasn't because she didn't believe in the existence of supernatural entities. It was because she didn't want to acknowledge their existence. She had seen close-up the trouble that could come from supernatural entities. So she never wanted anything to do with them. Ohalo was proving to be less fun than she thought it would. So much less. She and Clea should've kept quiet when Jon protested against them coming. They should've let it go.

They had to pick up Diana on their way. "They all have different killers. The four of them " The examiner on the right side started, on his badge was written, Dylan. He adjusted his glasses well on his face and then his nose mask. His white glove was a little bit stained with the blue pen he was holding. Right beside him were three other people. They seemed like students more like interns. They all carried a notepad jotting was the examiner was saying. He breathed in repeatedly as he scratches his forehead, "Something still amazes me" he continued, "three of the drawings, I mean the cross sign were made by the same person ". Anthonia eyes nearly popped out. "How is that even possible? " She

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

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

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.