Demon Slayer Hantengu Novels & Stories

Without thinking, Klaus stretched his hand towards the man, and strangled him without touching him. The demon dropped dead before the rest of the workers. Klaus hissed, and returned to his car, rage boiling in the pit of his stomach.

Hannah shouted and manifested her sword and slashed one of Gentel’s wings. “Arghh,” Gentel exclaimed and held her broken wing in defeat, knowing she was done for. “Get out of this body, demon. You don’t belong here,” Hannah said to her while pointing her light blade at her. “You think you’ve won. Far from it, Hannah,” Gentel said. “Your plans will fail, demon and so will God’s. When Garin and I gain full control of these vessels, nothing any of you do will be enough to tear us apart. Nothing!” Hannah said.

AVA’s POV I shook my head and pinched myself hard on the cheeks. Am I dreaming? Is my mate really a half-witch? Well, kind of like a sorcerer because women are called witches. But what the hell? How? “Incredible,” the white-haired sorcerer whispered in disbelief as he stared curiously at Hunter. “You will not touch her,” he warned and growled menacingly. The sorcerer, who I believe is named Zane, tilted his head and looked rather cold and furious. The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

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.

“Yeah. He could pull energy from any living source. Only the fuckers who were slated for execution today anyways died. Nobody else was harmed.” “Served multiple purposes. You’re talking about a Zeltenea then. They’re a demon/witch hybrid. There’s good news and bad news. Good news is that they are solitary creatures. Bad news is that they are guns for hire so to speak. Did it try to kill her or take her?” Chris asked for clarification. “Take,” Dante said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need you to do something important for me. I need you to bring my grey amulet as soon as possible. Get Lindsey to teleport you, it, and those files right away.”

“And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm, I’m the main course on his menu?” “Precisely,” Enyeto said. “Your body is brimming with pure zhil vae. To a vhal liri, you are a walking battery of the very power he needs to fully bridge the gap between worlds. He wants to skin your essence and wear it.” “And what’s in it for us?” Kael asked, his posh accent returning with a sharp, sarcastic edge. “Aside from the pleasure of not being turned into a celestial tracksuit?”

The Kirin hit the muddy ground with it’s front right hoof twice then a stance; a stretched neck downward as it’s long antlers fixedly pointed to its target with it’s dragon-like face slightly contorted. Unexpectedly to Dante knowing he’s the fastest man alive, which he believed it was totally true; Pamēla was already above him, glowing with a sudden burst of energy. He slowly gasped within that space of time. “She… could see where I’m positioned?!” Staring at the mystical creature above, the rider looked down at him including the one standing behind now raising her gothic war hammer with an evil smile underneath her helmet spoke; “We got you now.” Next, a blooming sound of destructive yellow

Fortunately thanks to the old man's quick insight he managed to dodge it in the nick of time. Andrea: The shadow....... ?? What in the world was that? Hakan: I don't know. That was a first for me too. The moment I heard that creepy voice, I sensed an incredibly bad presence in your shadow and thought he could do something like that. What in God's name was that?! Zeel: Surely you haven't forgotten about me too. Zeel being an assassin type fighter and having nimble movements and speed held two short demonic blades and using the terrain to his advantage slid through Andrea defence and went directly to Hakan.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.