Demon Slayer Himejima Novels & Stories

Was she still a goddess? The woman’s body was covered in blood energy, and her eyes were bloodshot. She no longer looked like her high and mighty, fairy-like self with an air of divinity. She looked more like a blood demon. Even the evilest Onmyoji in the shrine didn’t have such strong demonic energy. Everyone was stunned. “What’s going on? Why did Goddess turn into this? Is it because she’s gone astray in her cultivation?” Toro Sasaki asked, surprised. Higurashi Shrine’s martial arts were based on kendo, and its members practiced kendo techniques.

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

I was sure that he was a demon because a normal human being won't survive that hit without bleeding. He used his palm to hold the back of his head as he looked at his master waiting for some kind of permission to come at me again. His master seemed to have given him that as the guard attempted to attack me again but then I caught his hand and flinged him towards the direction of his master causing both him and his master to fall to the ground immediately, making him to land on his so called master and that earned an adorable giggle from Judith who stood quietly and watched the whole thing unveil.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself. I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them. When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it. Her “True” form, I am pretty sure.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I’m borrowing her body for the meantime. You see, Zhemier is not his self. That means we can’t force ourselves in and we need a host.” Mizuko jerked her face towards Kenshi, in her eyes was a burning flame. “What did you do to Roya?” “Woah!” Kenshi raised his hands, a lopsided smirk on his face. “I didn’t do anything to her. She was already like that when I woke up and she’s no Roya, she’s Hikari.” “Hikari?” “Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.”

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

All the three Slayers could see was the illusion of him dusting off Yuriko’s blades. “Now, so we would not be criticized as bad hosts… Sasha, please entertain the Captain. Aki, you have already met Ms. Kirishima. It would be a shame if you two did not do some real kunoichi bonding. And Temujin, you remember our old friend Ganzorig?” Finally, Koumori-shishou stood up. “Leave the rest to me.” “Why ye pompous dress-wearin’ almsman!” Zaterra shouted.

One, two, three four, five, and six! Six numbers composed of six entities residing in one half demon and a half mortal soul, the cambion who said to be the one to kill the Incubus hybrid vampire Damon Salvatore. -------- Damon hit Sachajir on his legs that made him stumbled on the ground. He hissed and winced in agony. It's a strong blow to make sure he couldn't regained his energy but he was thrilled to witnessed about his fighting spirit. Sachajir tried his best to fought back and he loudly growled where his voice reigned in the whole forest.

In short, they were easy to defend and difficult to attack. Lucas smiled mildly. When the time came, he would probably be able to perform a major zombie fusion, right? Even if he could not, he would still be able to carry out a massacre. During the Sky Tower’s trial, Lucas obtained the Immemorial Demonic Slash which was a Grade S attack skill. He had never had the chance to use it and would probably be able to employ it this time. A single Immemorial Demonic Slash was capable of releasing three thousand demonic phantoms. Lucas suddenly longed to see that fleeting moment.