Demon Slayer Karaku Novels & Stories

D2 replied holding up six fingers to represent each element. “What was that thing I saw before you came in.” asked Sekora. “That was the Doom Dimension Devil, those that see it usually don’t live to tell about it.” Said Dejon taking a black glove off of her hand. “If she wraps you up with her arms bites you, you will be infected with doom and eventually die.” Said Stefan, who was floating behind Sekora. Back in Cloud tower Luese was back from the Doom dimension, he told Kariya what had happened with the Sword Keeper and that she beat him and taken the sword, not mentioning the man, his new power or that he’d helped the Sword Keeper retrieve the sword in the first place.

The emergency exit blew inward. Wind and rain howled through the opening, but the figure crouched there didn't stumble. D-11—Kara—unfurled to her full height, her carbon-fiber wings retracting with a liquid snap. Her brand pulsed in time with the song still vibrating through the cabin. When she spoke, her voice held echoes of the chorus: "We heard the Mother-call." Jeff raised his pistol. I pushed it down. Kara's silver-ringed eyes locked onto mine. Then she did something no Lazarus subject had done before—she hesitated.

Besides, since he had been target-locked, his speed slowed down to a halt. The Demon-Slayer Sword pierced through Makara’s body. At the same time, the Dark Wellspring’s power surged forward and entered his body. As Makara was already gravely injured, he could not withstand the attack. His physical body was destroyed, and not even his soul remained. In the meantime, the other powerful figures attacked James with everything at their disposal.

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

Willa wasn't able to stay in one place so she ran around from place to place, occasionally saying hi to us with her high energy. "I'm Samael." The demon in front of me said to the girl behind me. "I'm going to stab you if you continue talking." Fay behind me responded to the demon in front of me. The demon in question literally lit up with that answer. "Do you have a knife on you?" Samael asked with gleeful eyes. I sighed deeply. Adrian was behind Samael with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps. Want to be cut?" Fay answered. I heard the laugh in her tone. I turned around to her with my hands up in the air. "Can I choose the body part that you're cutting?" Samael responded.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

He watched as his fellow warriors were been slaughtered and innocent souls leaking in the air. 'He is a demon then why is he weak? 'Why don't he posses other powers apart from reading minds.' Thinking about that a smile crawled into his head and his heart litted. "Special..We are been ambushed! I need you here." He whispered in his head.

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.

The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs. "This is Kara," Marcus says, gesturing to her. "My second-in-command and the reason half these idiots are still alive." Kara shifts back to human form properly now, pulling on clothes from a nearby shelter. She's around twenty-five in human years, with short dark hair and a scar running from her eyebrow to her jaw. When she looks at Stark, her expression is pure disdain. "The vampire prince," she says, making it sound like an insult. "How wonderful. Another entitled royal slumming it with the peasants."