Demon Slayer Hashira Wallpapers Novels & Stories

Use this sword and let both of your blood to flow on to the rose insignia. One of the men shouted that the demons are coming. Iris and Eris had to hurry up, they slit up their skin to drop the blood on the inscribed rose symbol. The wall shakened up revealing a dark blue portal. Eris ushered everyone to get in and once all of them has entered the portal. Iris pulled the woman's hand to get in. "No dear...we are just spirit ghosts waiting for your arrival. There is no need for us to go with you." Iris understood her words and went in together with Eris.

Persephone couldn't help but agree that the place was strangely beautiful in its own way. One of the torches had floated ahead of her, lighting the way. From the luminous glow, she could see full battle scenes between the gods and the Titans on the mural walls. Persephone followed the floating torch. It led her through a long winding corridor before stopping suddenly in front of grand double doors. The doors were burnished gold and encrusted with finely cut rubies and quartzes of various colors.

Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing. "No." Dagmar. "You're not part demon. But you're not completely a werewolf either." "So, what am I?" Chloe asked. "That is something we need to find out." Dagmar sighed. "Someone has put a block on you." "A what?" "It's a type of spell," Ursula replied, a troubled frown on her face as she studied Chloe. "They can be used for different things like blocking someone's presence so they can't be detected or blocking someone's abilities. But if that's the case, why didn't I sense it?"

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

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

She was exhausted and fear started creeping in. Having taken the water, Shinja stood up to go on with her journey. Facing backwards, something she had never seen before was standing in front of her. Too tall for her to see it's... no, their faces. The creatures before her were not one but three, first it had been one but then they seemed to multiply into three tall forms. When they spoke it was their voices that gave away the fact that they were women. They were clothed in long white cloaks. Shinja was dazed by their magnificence.

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

This was my first time venturing beyond the confines of my quarters since being brought to this imposing mansion as a captive from my pack. The sprawling mansion was a labyrinth, and I could easily get lost in its vast corridors and for the first time I was grateful for the vampire guards who guided me, providing directions whenever I needed them. As I walked, a stunning painting on the wall caught my attention, and I paused to admire it. The artwork depicted three individuals: Damian, Tristan, and a beautiful woman with fiery red hair that matched mine. I didn't recognize her, but a sense of curiosity piqued my interest.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.