Demon Slayer Hashibira Novels & Stories

Juniper called, noticing Katastrofi was going to cast another spell. “The.. scythe… the crystal in the scythe would cut his powers and… there is a core in the middle of his chest… We must break those two simultaneously…” She explained, breathless, holding her head because it was throbbing to have two demons present at one time. “Are.. you okay, Ahlum?” Tabit asked, offering her some water. “He is so sinister… and you had him inside you all this time?” She asked breathlessly, looking up at Zadicus who stood unaffected.

She scoffed, froze the man who had daggers in his hand, threw him at Onyx, who sliced him in half, without a care for losing an ally. ’’Give it!’’ he roared. Harlow closed her hands to crush the orb. The black smoke, which is an ancient darkness that had attached itself to her the day she was born, observed the Hogyoku’s energy. Onyx stared on in shock. ’’You have the darkness,’’ he said. With a gasp, Harlow was back in her body and it wasn’t a second too soon because she saw two demons lurking in the corner, ready to fight and possess her body.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

The Human Hunter that started their brief fight walks over and stands in front of Seraphina, leaving the Demon to feed off of her as he slides his hand on her cheek and chuckles, “Such a waste of a beautiful woman. If you weren’t cursed and such a threat, I would take you back as my personal slave…” The Human Hunter shakes his head and sighs, “Alas, that can not be… Sar, KILL HER!” The Demon bites down just a little harder as he pulls out the dagger and slams it back in. The Human Hunter chuckles again as Seraphina’s eyes close and she goes limp in the Demon’s arms. The Demon sucks one more mouthful of the werewolf’s blood then pulls his fangs out of her neck and lets her go, allowing her to

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

Without thinking, he let it rise. His shadow beneath him shifted—lengthened—until it flared outward like a living thing. Dark tendrils lashed from it, striking at the shapes around him. Each one it touched burst apart, scattering like smoke in wind. When the last dissolved, the circle dimmed. The silver threads cooled. The silent figure stepped forward. They regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So. The blood still runs true.” Eolan caught his breath, his ribs aching where the shadow’s strike had landed. “What was that?”

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

“My eyes are burning and I have a headache. I think I am going to fall sick anytime.” “It is normal for newly turned to feel that way, or better still, because of the blood that now runs in you,” Bathilda said. “Who is she again?” Harper asked Amber. “I am Bathilda from the Blackburn Coven, a Nightblood and the army commander of our Hedda, the Chosen One; Kyra Blackburn,” Bathilda introduced herself. “The Chosen One,” Harper repeated and she turned to Amber. “Did Mr. Evans not say something like that while rea—”

Even though they get something in return, there always remained a huge possibility of us losing and everything going to ashes. We stood directly near the raised steps and bowed to her in respect. She acknowledged our greetings with a simple nod and raised up from her seat. "The day before, as you all elf people are aware, a werewolf female, Seraphina approached our Kingdom to seek alliance for an upcoming war that she claims is going to broke." She addressed to her people, demanding their attention for what she was going to announce.