Demon Slayer Kibutsuji Novels & Stories

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

"My parents were killed and I got away. I have been looking for coins be-because I am hungry." I didn't know one could have a more tragic life than I am. "My name is Clairra," I introduced myself. "What's your name? I can take you with me if you trust me." "Really?" Her eyes sparkled as it locks into mine. "My name is Sarah and I come from the Kirua village. I am a Kitsune." "A kitsune?" I frowned. "What is that?" "A fox demon," she replied. Then she tilts her head to one side. "Are you a demon too?"

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.

- Next, I say, a demon is a man of power, so this is Sherman. - My God. Tsuki got up. – I'm not a demon, but I'm a representative, besides that, I did account and I'm the mediator, I'm the one who reads the files and sends with contacts each of the demons that are my partners or work with my godfather. - Tsuki said, getting up, walking around the table, between that court, then he turned around and spoke.

There were many people and the chances of meeting his arch-nemesis who was also attending the school should be very low. Soubi frowned at the thought of his bitter rival. Sei Kurohebi was a black snake demon and the youngest son of the black snake clan. Ever since they were young, the man had always beaten him in all their games and bullied him to no end. Sei was a sick person who enjoyed making him cry. He always stole Soubi's toys and even made Soubi's playmates like him more, leaving the poor fox lonely throughout his childhood. If it wasn't for the good relationship his father had with the clan head of the black snake demons, Soubi wouldn't even want to have anything to do with the prick

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

The copper coins which wrapped around his body kept on making crackling noises. “Listen to my order! Spirits of the sun, moon, and stars, the oldest of gods are invoked here! Great evil once resided in this body, set us free of this demon! I vanquish thee now with these words of peace!" Jabir spun the ash wood sword in his hand and chanted out loud. The wooden sword shot a red beam of fire at the general who was wrapped in copper coins as soon as he finished his words. Crack, crack, crack!

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

Jabari straightened his jacket, and turned to face Deimon. Neither man spoke. The fire in the hearth breathed quietly behind them. The disco ball turned overhead, scattering small golden lights across the walls in slow, indifferent circles — unbothered by everything that had just happened. Then Deimon exhaled — sharp, shaking at the edges — and dragged one hand slowly down his face. "What gave that child the—" He stopped. Ground his teeth together so hard the muscle in his jaw jumped. "How old is he, anyway?" "A were-Coyote, Master Ashworth." Jabari's voice came measured, careful. "Their understanding of etiquette and boundaries is... not what most would call reasonable."