Demon Slayer Icons Novels & Stories

Shin stepped away from the wall. His wound had reopened. “Shigure.” Shigure turned. Shin held up a small object. A silver clasp stained with blood. “I found this near the west stair.” The room shifted toward him. Shigure took it. His face hardened. It was shaped like a crescent crossed by a fang. Renji stared. “Black Hollow.” Hayate’s breathing changed. “That symbol belonged to Soren.” “He is dead,” Kiyomi said. Shin looked at the lower stairwell.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

While Virando was still chit-chatting with some of the senior demons over there, Sumico spent her time by taking a look deeper and more conscientiously at the carved pictures on the gigantic stone, about the famous and well known urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in the demons-realm. Thinking about something seriously and contemplating something deep and serious in her mind, Sumico frowned her forehead and fractionally squinted her pair of eyes. There were several pictures carved on the gigantic stone right in front of Sumico. First, Sumico saw a picture of heart symbol. Then she saw a picture of Virgo zodiac symbol. Then, there was also a picture of womanhood symbol – a circle with a cross d

Carmen laughed as Camila pushed her away. "Is Seth gone yet?" The kitchen door opened to reveal another maid. This one was beautiful, very beautiful she could be a model. She had long blonde hair and bright grey eyes. She was tall and wore a short and baggy shirt that spelled "Demon Slayer" with an animated character on it with a sword.

Just then, he looked over as Tony spoke up. "So, what drew yer eye to that chain? It's real sharp, man," he asked casually. "Oh yea! Well, I saw it and it was like it literally called to me. The sword- jeez this sounds so gross and mushy- but the sword represents 'you'. Yer the demon slayer after all. You protect 'me', represented by the chain, and I support you like the chain supports the pendant. We take care of each other, see?" Dillon gently pulled the pendant out from under his shirt and admired it.

"You want my blood?" Katrina asks me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. "I just need a little bit," I respond. "Just enough to coat the crest in front. Katrina glances at the front of the book; there's a small shield pictured above the book's title. The shield is the emblem of the demon race, with the four demon leaders portrayed on it. "I'll just prick your finger with a needle, and then you just have to rub it over the crest," I reply as I turn my attention back to Katrina. A few minutes ago, her cheeks were flushed pink from her recent orgasm; now, those same cheeks look pale.

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov