Demon Slayer Lightning Hashira Novels & Stories

One slash, two and then shortly after she aimed at his neck. The demon sensed her intention and immediately backed off as he began to evade her attacks. Hellion clashed with the big sword for a while and leapt away to catch her breath then attack the demon again. Hellion quickly moved around the demon while giving him a lightning strike in every opportunity she could have. Her movements seems like a devil’s dance, unhesitating and fast. She looks like the queen of hell murdering her victims in a beautiful way. Hellion slash a cut on the demon's neck one last time and leapt away from him.

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

The sword felt almost weightless for Lars, like it really was forged to fit his hands. "Don't just avoid it! Kill it!" Tirana yelled. Tirana reached for her bag and pulled out a wand - like object with yellow crystal orb. She aimed it at the beast and lightning bolt shot out of it. The lightning was cracking and lashing the air as it burned through the monster's scales. After the lightning assault stopped, the monster roared in rage once again. It tried to move but the lightning attack had severely contracted its muscles, rendering the beast immobilized, perfect for a strike.

Her words echoed faintly in his mind, “We will meet again.” He clenched his fist unconsciously, feeling the spark of lightning ripple once more in response. And then he felt it — the piercing gazes. Especially hers. Raiden, the Goddess of Lightning and War, stood not far from him, eyes gleaming with unrestrained excitement. Her golden irises shimmered with sparks as if reflecting the very element coursing through Danial’s body. Danial gulped, realising just how intense her presence was. The others — Elysia, Abraham, and even the Grandmaster himself — seemed calm, but Raiden looked like a predator that had just found the rarest prey.

Standing with one's back to the other, Diana began to charge at the souls, hitting them with lightning before returning to her position and Carol did the same. From above, it looked like a spinning fan only this one was made out of red and pink lightning, tearing apart the dark souls but they could only go so far. The horde had began to over power them, much to Prometheus' delight who finally began to advance toward his army, a grin forming over his lava-spewing face. His attention was suddenly withdrawn when a new burst of lightning shot from across the air before another bolt of lightning went on to strike one section of the horde, sending a handful of dark souls crumbling to dust.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

“AHHH!!!” I cried in rage as I slammed both my hands down on the demon’s lower nape, sending the lightning through-out its whole body, making it scream in agony. The lightning on my hand made a dazzling light, blinding my eyes as I scream and let my destructive mana flow on to my hands to double the damage my lightning is inflicting against the beast. But it seems it isn’t enough. Its hand flew and swats me away from its nape, sending me flying away from it. I expected I would land on the piles of wooden crates but I felt a pair of hands caught me before the impact.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

Sera clenched her torn hands. Silver light welled between her fingers, brighter than ever, laced now with a thread of red from her own blood. She hurled herself straight at the heart. The entire lattice convulsed like a living beast. A roar rose from every direction as both realms, the remnants of the mortal world and the demon world, shuddered in unison. The spire in the distance cracked down the middle, bleeding violet light into the void. Sera’s blade-hand of silver-and-blood struck the black heart.

“Sierra…” The forest shuddered. From the floor of the old stone hut, a ripple of silver-white light carved itself into runes, spiraling outward until the whole room glowed. The air grew thick with power, heavy and electric, like the first breath before a thunderstorm. And then — it rose.