Demon Slayer Houses Novels & Stories

Damon had not set foot on Earth in months. The underworld demanded his full attention. A demon in one of the noble houses had gone rabid and slaughtered his entire family, leaving the court in chaos. Ministers were being replaced, alliances were shifting, and Damon spent his days and nights hunting for moles who might have helped orchestrate the attack. The throne was never safe, not even for him.

She needed his reassurance more than she had ever done. She could not help but wonder if it will be humans at the party, or demons. Did they all look as good as Klaus? Did any of them possess physical attributes that did not belong in normal humans? Like horns, tails? Maybe like the books she had read about demons as a child.

demon:- don't you feel lonely here, so when you are shifting and stay with me. Jamie:- I want to stay with you, but what are we going to do with this mansion? demon:- my company with convert it into a hotel, this will be very profitable for you

Let's just see who will win this game in the morning then. As soon as the sun went up, I woke up to start the day. This has been a routine for me as the head butler of the house. The residents of the underworld would surely laugh at me for these insignificant domestic chores. I am a demon prince for crying out loud. I am not supposed to be under a human's command. But in order for me to be able to spend time with Andrea, to get her trust and to receive her love, I had to do this demon-discriminating job every day for as long as it takes. I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat bus

I yelled at the demon staring back at me from the television, and grabbed the TV remote by my side and threw the thing at my television, smashing it's glass. My shadows were growing stronger and I could see their cracked reflection along with mine on the smashed television. They smirked and chuckled evilly, knowing just a little more time and they would be at full strength to hunt for victims. Malice and hate filled my expression. "Fuck you! You hear! You will retract!" I yelled at the shadows, and that seemed to enable them as they chuckled harder, sucking from the lack of control at the moment. Suddenly there was a fumbling of metal noise from behind the door. I could hear the low breathin

These people, who were always judging me and gossiping about me. Maxon stepped forward, his posture straight and commanding, the firelight reflecting off the mask that hid his face. “Everyone,” he said, his voice level but firm, “state who in your House entered the Void with you. Anyone not here is to be counted as fallen.” A few students swallowed hard. A Demon, from House Ignis, lifted his hand first, his horns glinting. “My House brought six. Only me and Senna made it.” Senna, a vampire, nodded weakly at his side. He was holding him too tightly for them to be just Housemates.

“A what.” “A conference,” Sébastien repeated, as if speaking to someone who’d been asleep since the plague—which, to be fair, Lucien essentially had. “We call the Houses. The old bloodlines. The vassals. The ones who still kneel because no one ever showed them an alternative.” I rubbed my temples. “You want to summon the vampire aristocracy… to a Zoom call.” “It’s called Teams,” Sébastien said smoothly. I froze. Then blinked. “You… you know what Teams is?”