Demon Slayer Headcanons Novels & Stories

By the looks of it , she was not even using a bra. I let out a low growl from my chest. She looked absolutely delicious. Her creamy legs were thick - just the way I liked it and I could not wait till I was between them. Just thinking about it made me hard . Maybe we can have some fun... My demon speaks up in my mind. I rolled my eyes at him. He appeared one day after my change , and now he seems to have a say in everything I do. I truly hate him , for he is the one who tells me to drink blood by murdering those girls.

A group of Seven demons shook the world by storm with their immense power. But just as how the demons evolve their existence. So does the Demon Slayers. They started forming organizations and started learning from each other around the world on how to kill demons and became stronger too. They were no longer known as Demon Slayers. They called themselves the purifiers of evil, The Exorcist. Unlike demon ranks they had class. From Low priest, High Priest, Arch Priest and Paladin. There are 12 paladins in the Exorcist organisation and the strongest one was chosen to be the Head Paladin and have absolute control over the organisation. They were strong even though less in number compared to demon

She still had not even lived a thousand years. When she woke up, she sat in the labor camp while the demon head was outside. This was an actual event, but in Arista's dream, she and the demon head were still locked in the labor camp, and their bodies had not swapped yet. Every day, this giant demon would pull the string on her collar, making a sinister smile, saying, "Are you coming with me? If you don't, I'll pluck all your hair!"

He stood up and remarked, “Um, I am not the one who is gushing out blood right now!” The demon stood before him and then launched at Scott in a furious attack. Scott spun out of the way he stabbed the demon again in the throat. This time, the demon broke free of the claymore swing as it hit segments and scale as it slid out of its neck and slumped its head down to go for the kill, as it dove at Scott, who did an overhead strike. The head didn’t come off in one go. It tore straight off. Black fluid sprayed onto the coach’s windscreen, stinking of storm drains and burnt rubber. The demon collapsed with a slam that cracked the road. The head spoke, “You will die smiter, and we are many.”

The joy and fear that passed through khalys was unmistakn, his eyes moved around for where to keep Ez without the omega noticing but knowing how quick witted that omega is, Ez shut khalys and his thoughts off with a side eye. Over twenty people were starting to cough out blood from slitted throat or gouged out eyeballs. Goddess caelyn is my replica of the brutal person I was when I was at that age. “You just got yourself your own apartment”, Jamiel shouts at caelyn before pushing out his shadow to walk through the guys kneeling, anyone of them Jamiel shadow passes through gets their last life drained and their soul sucked out of them, caelyn mothered something about Jamiel being cool and I t

They were losing? The words circled her head, registering their meaning and suddenly, they just clicked and reality hammered to her the ground, her people were dying in the arms of Caesar's demons. Suddenly, her thoughts were penetrated through with a loud squeal and her head instantly reeled towards the direction and found Primrose pinned to the ground in her human form while a demon hovered over her. Skylar instantly launched forward, tackling him to the ground, and ripped his head off with her sharp fangs, killing him instantly.

I could only make out the rush of rage infesting my mind, and a deep craving for blood gripped me, and somehow, deep down I knew who the first victim would be. The person responsible for the wrong in my life, and her blood would be the freedom I needed. I felt it deep in my blood, even as I fell to sleep. I just knew it. ***** Asher's Point Of View "Alpha Asher, what do we do? This is far worse than I imagined," I heard the slow blur of Joe's words reach only the shell of my ears. "Since it's regarding demons, the demon overlord should know what's going on," I heard from agent Stiles, a werewolf as well.

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

Her legs trembled … and then her magic snapped. In a blur of speed, Shirin vanished from where he stood. A heartbeat later, he was in front of her. His hand clamped around her head and—without effort—he tore it clean from her body. Her headless form dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Shirin turned toward us, and his hazel-green eyes glowed with murder. Even from here, even though he was mine, a cold shiver crawled up my spine. “No, no, no… stay back or else I’ll slit her throat!” Damian snarled, his claws already extended and pressing into the side of my neck. I felt the sting of a shallow cut, a warm bead of blood sliding down my skin.

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.