Demon Slayer Gyutaro Novels & Stories

Even in the dark, Yuri’s sharp eyes could catch the black butterfly tattoo on the side of his neck as well as the silver hoop-like earring that he wore in his left ear, along with the bracelet with the Roman numeral for five engraved on it around his left wrist. “Eh?” Ren blinked as he recognised the spinning dagger that had just saved both their lives. “That is…Zeus?” He then looked up into the air and spotted the newcomer, and recognised him immediately. “Tohya?” Tohya Tanigawa, Phantom V of the Hati’s elites, as well as the assigned partner of both Ren and Yuri grinned at them as he landed onto the ground safely, releasing the clasps which attached the parachute to his body, and tossed it

Hayze's shadow behind him began to convulse before he arose unexpectedly, swiftly slicing his blade across The Hooded Demon's neck to slice off the head. The Hooded Demon jumped away just in time but was met by the other two Itaska members after avoiding certain decapitation from Hayze. He was in the middle of healing his neck wound as he yelled out with an impulsive wave of energy, his red energy slashing the incoming attackers in the chest. Gantaka and Keanu both dropped to the ground coughing up blood after being struck by the demon's energy wave. Hayze rushed to Keanu's aid to remove him from battle, losing another soldier against The Hooded Demon wasn't an option. He knew that Gantaka c

Kōjin: “You kept my daughter alive long enough to come home. The flames remember.” He bows (full ninety degrees). We bow back. The summer after graduation just caught fire in the best possible way. Seras Himuari Nakamura has a God father, a god-tier armor set, and a dragon boyfriend who’s currently speechless with awe. And the rest of us? We’re just along for the blaze. Japan’s never been ready for this crew. But the fire god is. And that’s more than enough. The Armor Chooses June 15, 2029 – Mount Atago, dawn

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

Chapter 36: A Crack in the Gate The self-defense gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the walls. General Julian Bathory stood at the center of the open floor like a statue carved from war. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair cropped military-short, scars crisscrossing his face and forearms like a map of battles most students only read about. He’d fought beside Celeste Valentina Morau in the final Swarm rift—close enough to be called her friend, far enough to survive when so many didn’t. Today he was guest instructor, and the entire room felt smaller under his presence.

"The Demon Slayer Blade? You’re a scourge of this world, so how are you qualified to slay demons?" As the mighty Demon Slayer Blade approached, Adrian waved, and a sphere appeared before him. This sphere was none other than the giant snake’s core that he had slain earlier. Although the snake was pretty strong, its core was of no use to him. Though, he had to admit that it was proving useful at critical moments such as these.

Now I was doubting everything I had done untill now. I was abruptly halted in my path when I saw a figure leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. The sleeveless cloth that he wore, allowed him to show the bulging muscles of his biceps. His eyes were focused intently on me. Eyes that were brown, that simmered with golden underneath. Trudging towards him, my mind swarmed with ideas as to what he was doing here. "Stalking me again, are you, Darius?" Standing directly opposite of him I copied his folded arm.

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

He braved a step forward, then pulled out the sword on his waist and demanded, “Who are you?!” “Who am I?” The swordsman’s face was ice cold. He wiped his blade with his sleeve and replied calmly, “I am Kaito Yamaguchi of the Shindan Way. Mr. Josh has done me a great favor.” “I will kill you for murdering his entire family today, Harvey York!” “Do you have the courage to fight back?!” “Kaito Yamaguchi?!” Tyson’s expression changed frantically. “The curator of Mordu’s Shindan Way Kendo Hall?!”