Demon Slayer Himejima Novels & Stories

“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.”

I said, pressing myself against the heat of him, "do not hold back just because I look delicate." For most people, a lust-curse was poison. For my kind, it was spring water in the desert. I was not an ordinary woman. I was a high-ranking succubus who had spent years pretending to be human in the modern world, starving and withering for lack of true nourishment. Now I had landed inside a shameless dark-fantasy romance novel, in front of a devastatingly handsome Demon King burning with exactly the curse I needed. Everyone else avoided him as if he were death.

With her forefinger, she beckoned him to come. Like a wild and hungry animal, he sucked and licked her cunt as if it was the end of the world. Valencia pushed his head deeper between her thighs, moaning as he licked her sensitive spot. He increased his pace. By now, Valencia have already reached her sixth climax. Oh my God! She moaned. Her s@x slave was good! Good at pleasuring her and fulfilling her desires. Good at making her feel like a true woman. All these years, she has been fighting and hunting down demons. Her subordinates and fellow partners were all men. She was the only female demon Hunter who killed the most demons, this earning her respect and fear. She was brave and courageous

Virando was looking at his Pretty Sumico’s leaving his bedroom with some of his monolog underneath the strait of his mind, feeling and perception. I can’t stand with red orpiment, Sumi Darling… Whether it’s small or large quantity, red orpiment will be immensely deadly to us. I’m not an ordinary human, Sumi Darling… I’m a… a… a yaksha… I’m a demon… But, apart from that, I really have a sincere love and heart towards you. I love you so truly, madly, and deeply, since long and long time ago, since the first time I saw you. I can even sacrifice anything for you, just to fight for our togetherness in the future.

My whole memory was a blur, so I sighed before turning to the sound of voice. My breath left me at the sight of her, she was a short brunette, slender but had curves in the right places. She was wearing a Demon Slayer PJs. Her hazel eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, but there was fear in them as she hid behind a door. I could see a frying pan in her hand as it glistened under the passage light. "And who the fuck are you? And why am I here?" I said angrily when I realized I had been checking her out. I didn't have time for all that. I struggled to gain my balance sitting on the bed once more before pinning her with a glare.

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.

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

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.

She muttered before taking a step even further than before. That was when she saw it…. A guy something like in his early twenties, coughing out blood…. She could see the two black horns that were attached in his head, and his fingers and feet nails were all black. Darla didn't fail to see the colour of his eyes that was Golden, and mixed with silver, making it look unique. "There's our chance, we can't let the Demon Lord escape this time around. He has been superior to us all for almost eternity, it's time to end his reign!".