Demon Slayer Gory Novels & Stories

If I didn't see Damion stabbing me with a knife, I will see a woman chanting and trying to drain all my blood. These dreams were so real and painful. I cried out in pain most times. I was begging Damion to stop stabbing me that I don't want to die. But then he won't listen. He kept telling me he is sorry that he didn't have a choice. That I don't understand. Is anyone threatening him to kill me? Or is the demon Alpha controlling him to submit to him by proving his loyalty, he has to kill me. All these was really confusing to me. I just don't want to die. I want to survive.

She felt butterflies in her stomach and well that was an exciting feeling for her. She felt him approach her and whisper, "You're fine!" He didn't get a response from her, so he smiled sarcastically and straightened up to scream. "Gorn, bring back the knives.. she's asleep." Damontry rose in terror, to stand in a corner and bare her fangs, her eyes turning completely black, as she looked at him..a tall young man of strong build, wearing a black coat with a hood, his long black hair lifted up, his eyes sharp and his face meticulously sculpted with that fatal drawing.

Half of the grim reapers shifted into using bow and arrow to kill the demons in order to watch the backs of those who chose their very own scythe and close combat fighters. Everyone on Shane's side focused on fighting just so they won't lose another soldier in this battle which will most definitely put them at disadvantage. Shane tried to summon his dagger with an intense concentration the moment he realized how useful it would be if he can still use the demon inside the dagger against its own kind. A horde of demons pounced on Shane the moment he summoned his dagger. Before one demon could even have a bite and a taste of Shane's blood, the dagger took the form of a sword which Shane used to

Kaelan leapt into the fray, landing atop a hulking demon and ripping its throat out in a spray of black ichor, while Tharion’s powerful jaws clamped down on another’s spine, snapping it with a sickening crack. But for every demon they felled, two more seemed to take its place. The ground beneath them was slick with blood and ash, their fur matted, their sides heaving as the relentless horde pressed in. Her breath caught when she saw Sheila. The witch’s body lay crumpled on the battlefield, lifeless eyes staring up at the smoke-choked sky. Demons trampled over her without hesitation, their claws raking across her as if she were nothing more than debris. A strangled sound built in Jaiyana’s th

The scent of decay clung to the air, suffocating, unnatural. Then I heard it. The rustling. Low, guttural growls slithered through the silence. A blur of black shot toward me. I barely had time to react before claws slashed through the air, aiming for my throat. I dodged, twisting mid-step, and struck out with my claws. My hand sliced through flesh, and the demon let out an ear-piercing screech as it stumbled back. Ash moved beside me, a deadly force of black fur and claws. He ripped through one of them, dark blood splattering against the trees. More emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing like embers, their twisted bodies shifting as they surrounded us.

He lunges, the blade slicing through the air, aimed at my chest, just above my right breast. I recoil, anticipating the agony. The knife bites deep, and I wince my vision blurring. My blood spills, warm and crimson, sliding down my torso. Denzel's eyes gleam with sadistic pleasure. With a twisted grin, he slits open his own rotting hand, revealing festering flesh. He presses his wounded hand against mine, mingling our skin. I scream as my blood blends with his skin, feeling an eerie presence invade my body. It's as if dark entities are awakening within me.

"AHhhhhhhh!!" Vosvak screamed, his voice breaking the stillness of the room, a raw cry of pain that rang out through the empty stone walls. His body shook with wild convulsions, blood bursting from the deep fissures which scarred his flesh as if the very essence of his soul was being ripped asunder. His veins throbbed with a putrid black ichor, the toxin of the dark sorcery now coursing through every part of his body. His bones creaked and splintered, reforming in response to the demoniacal energy he had called upon.

It was in demonic text. ''S Grey'' Lord Anex: Slave Grey? Kiri: That sounded so uncool. Grey: I don't have a word I can express. Ban: Lord Gula- Do you mind passing me the book? I don't know a bit about ancient demonic texts but if it was demonic text then I have a bit of information since Kiri had been teaching me. Ancient and current are not that different but the writings are more crude and hard to make out. I flipped through the second part of the book and came upon a similar letter. The letter S.

Samael explained, his eyes fixated on my wine glass. One of the demons let out an ear-piercing scream, overpowering all other sounds, capturing Sam's attention as he turned his gaze towards the ongoing fight. I didn't look at the fight. But I saw what happened in the reflection of the wine glass. A demon stood at the centre of the ring, a sword impaling his abdomen, blood gushing out. The victorious demon clutched the decapitated head of his opponent in both hands, effortlessly detaching it from the lifeless body, and it flew across the table, landing right behind us.

The slayer's brows furrowed in a sharp, bitter frown as he began to move toward him, stepping over the lifeless bodies that littered the ground. The sword in the slayer's grip was a gruesome sight — again — its blade smeared with blood and fat. Droplets of blood fell from the sword, soaking into the dusty ground. Agnil's gaze was fixed on the sword's edge, his terror growing with each passing moment. He tried to stumble backward, to flee from the slayer's deadly intent, but it was too late. With a swift, merciless stroke, the slayer struck Agnil's arm, slicing through his defenses.