Demon Slayer Fanarts Novels & Stories

Heavenly art : icicle storm Several icicles begin to form around her with the weather changing drastically, demons attempt to attack her but are soon stopped by the launching of the icicles surrounding Diane, the icicles move at supersonic speed and cut down several of the demons surrounding her with ease, more demons seeing this attempt to burn her alive, creating a huge inferno to surround her DEMON WARRIOR #1 : Burn you human scum, burn!!!!! DEMON WARRIOR #2 : Ha-ha ( with a sick laugh) Diane is not happy with the turn of events and is worried with the intensity and movement of the flames, she looks around and sees no way of escape from her current predicament DIANE : I am not happy!!!! (

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.

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.

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.

“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.” Zayla’s eyes widened. “And… was there a way to stop it?” “Yes,” the woman replied, nodding once. “But it demanded the painter’s gift. Her late mother belonged to a rare clan, artists whose drawings were not mere images, but vessels of power. Their art could bind, awaken… even imprison.” She paused, staring into the fire. “Most in her mother’s bloodline could bring life into their creations. The painter, however, never believed she possessed such power.”

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

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.

I shifted my chair next to him so I could see the page, maybe a little too closely because I saw his body tense up for a moment. "See? Here they start talking about archangels, then a few pages later they talk about demons and hell." I pointed at the pictures followed by the long paragraphs. "They look so pretty," I said as I looked at the page with the beautiful white creatures, then at him, and his eyes lit up again, but this time they were yellow. "How—how about demons?" he stuttered a little, and I turned to the next page.

Fucker is so overwhelmed with rage that he doesn’t even look where he is jabbing me. And then he tried to stab me in the temple, oblivious that he was about to hit me straight into my pentagram. Oh gosh, I am so glad that he is so stupid. His dagger shattered into pieces. The riled-up satan within me writhing and roaring with imminent, explosive wrath. This time round, I was not taming nor fighting Ezel, my inner demon. And then I felt him bursting out of my body in blazing lava through my skin, pentagrams on my arms and temples pulsating with magma and flames. Shackles around my body melted, and I freed myself of chains, ready to kill the motherfucker…slowly. And then, to my surprise, the A

They gathered and formed sharp blades, dashing toward Yorick. Before the battle against Yorick, James encountered Maxine along the way. Maxine brought him to see Caelum, the Azurean Clan’s leader from the Demon Realm. Caelum taught him the Ten Thousand Demon Art. The Ten Thousand Demon Art was a complicated Supernatural Power. James could only grasp its basics, but it was enough for him to exert the Demonic Lotus’ power. The Demonic Lotus was quite sinister, and James wanted to avoid using it. However, he had no other choice.