Demon Slayer Future Novels & Stories

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

My fingers curled into fists. “Then what am I?” His eyes darkened with something almost possessive. “The future.” And with that He left the room with his stupid minions. The door slammed shut behind him. The bolt slid into place. Silence returned. My wolf growled low in my chest. Future queen. War. Correction. Whatever game Damon Shades believed he was playing I was going to break it. And find a way home.

"Then let's also toast to the death of the Slayers tomorrow..." "Really?" I gasp, happy to hear the news. I can't wait for tomorrow to arrive. I await their deaths with bated breath. TBC.

I had never felt fear before and was not really accustomed to that feeling, but seeing this demon, this wolf demon with a thousand-demon army behind it, I felt an unfathomable terror. “You.” I heard my voice say behind me. I turned to the copy of me that had been mourning the dead bodies. She rose to her feet, covered in blood. It was me, but I looked a little different, which meant it was me from the future. I finally looked down to see who this version of me had been mourning, and it was them: the alphas — Tristan, Tyler, and Kane. Their lifeless bodies lay on the floor, all dead and covered in flakes of snow. “You will pay for this!” the future version of me yelled, pointing her sword at

Anya snarled, pointing the tip of the sword at Magnus’s chest. “I don't want to hurt you Anya, You've already slayed a dragon, take that as a win?” Future Magnus snarled at her. I watched with a heavy heart and my mouth wide open. Skylar grew impatient, waiting to see how we'd lost Lanfia and who was responsible. Future me stepped forward, pushing Magnus behind her. “She's my sister, she'll listen to me,” future me said to Magnus as she stood in front of him with Lanfia in hand.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a handsome face, so smooth without blisters, and he was even a student. He was no one, sixty years before he was born, in a body that wasn't his. And the Demon king, the one he killed, was still alive, walking around somewhere in this timeline, young, healthy and free. And he had not yet became the monster he killed. His mind was still spiraling, then a knock jolted him out. “Lysan, the combat exams start in about ten minutes, are you ready yet?” Another male voice came through from behind the door.

“But I am surprised the Demon of the SilverFang pack likes 10 year old carpet.” Samantha laughed at that one. “Yeah, the stain gave it character.” Her eyes sparkled at me. “I’m glad I didn’t freak you out. I really tried to not show you my crazy side...at least not for a while. Don’t want to scare you off.” I rubbed her thigh lovingly. “I really feel sorry for Tim though, his future mate is going to get him in trouble with a lot of people.” “Future mate? I don’t understand.”

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s

"He's a big boy, I'm sure he can take care of himself." It was her turn to snort. "He has work, sleep and his TV. That's it. And I know girls like you and what you're capable of." "Really?" I said, not bothering to hide my sarcasm. "Really," she said, turning to face me. "You waltz through the door and dig your claws in, have your fun then leave, shattering their hearts and ruining their future."