Demon Slayer Gurenge Novels & Stories

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

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.

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Rebirth Of The Vengeful Luna Torturer’s POV As the clash of swords reverberated through the room, the air crackled with anticipation and the scent of bloodlust. I, the torturer, found myself drawn into the fray, compelled by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The Luna's guard, formidable and resolute, met my own guards with unwavering determination. I stepped forward, my movements calculated and precise. My hands tightly gripped the hilt of my weapon, a testament to my years of training in the art of combat. I engaged in the dance of blades, joining the fray with an intensity matched only by the Luna's guard.

It dawned on her she was being delusional, Simon would never kill me. She had probably used the grim reaper effect on me. A rare dark magic where you make someone fall into a trance and forget where they are for some time. I had no doubt that was how they had captured me. “Get your filthy hands off me!!.” I demanded angrily. I was already boiling inside. “It's okay to be angry Gwen, I understand.” He stood up and made his way back to his throne. “You should work on having an open mind and accepting your fate.”

“Are you more willing to tell me what kind of creatures you are?” He looks up at me. The fight is no longer in his eyes. “The god calls us vampires.” “God?” “The villagers succeeded to call on the God of Blood.” “And?” “It just so happens that we are around.” “Stop lying, filthy creature,” comes Klevon’s voice. He is wiping his face as he stares down at the creature. “You fooled these villagers into calling the gods so their sickness can be healed!” “The filthy creature’s name is Gezer, mage hunter. And no, that ain’t correct. If it is, then their ritual won’t succeed. We could have all died.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

A female voice that felt like razors kissing his flesh said from behind Garin. He turned around and saw another of his siblings from hell, a demon named Gentel; The dame of destruction, which was her title in Hell. “What are you doing here, Gentel? What do you want?” Garin asked without once tearing his gaze from her. She was slim and slender with smooth curves and a wicked smile. She was clothed in dark leather and shiny armor. Her eyes were blood red and her horns were long and pointed downwards unlike the male demons whose horns grew upwards. Her wings weren’t black but ash like burned flesh disintegrated in the fires of Hell and just like Zarif and every other demon, the plants that grew