Demon Slayer Lightning Novels & Stories

“He has plans, and he is the leader her. I am doing what he tells me.” “Of course you are a demon.” She said leaning against the wall. “I guess my life doesn’t matter much anyway. “I am sure you were part of that sinister plan when he found out what I was too huh?” “Can you not make this harder?” He said walking with her down the stairs. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be us. We don’t get chances to be of the light to get to experience the life that you dwellers get. We get the shits and the decays. Nothing more.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

With one eye squinted and her jaw put forward. For now moving carelessly towards him would be deadly then only one option left. She pictured. At that moment, lightning struck from above just as awe transformed her face, she’d raised her arm up hoping to block off the lightning but it deviated to the one who absorbed it all. She swiftly gained back her composure without a second thought, slightly swallowed, held the main blade of her sai swiftly threw it at her opponent. However Abbey calmly weaseled it out and at that same moment he discharged lightnings from his hand in a calm way directly to the young lady but it was absorbed once again by the absorber then Abbey stood straight clasping hi

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Taking his place at the feet of the goddess, he announced. "I welcome each one of you humble wolves to this holy occasion of the full moon, tonight. With the first ray of the holy moonlight, we will be commencing to worship the goddess with the offerings, everyone of you have prepared with devotion." The roof right above the goddess's statue was left open to let the moon light in, I guessed. The priest held his hand open upwardly and in moments, the moon aligned in the sky in someway, so that the rays of light started to scatter inside and on the goddess.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

He lashed out with a fist, shattering the magical barrier with a sickening crack. Elena rolled her eyes and threw a challenging insult. “Stop talking and do the talk, stupid demon.” Andro’s bloodshot eyes burned in anger. “I am not a demon! I am a noble devil! You insolent human!” Elena reacted instantly. "Foudre!" she cried, a word of power erupting from her lips. The leaden sky above writhed, morphing into an inky black canvas. A crackling bolt of lightning, like a divine spear, arced down from the heavens, aimed squarely at Andro.

I’m alive with power, and I will not let it go to waste. With a primal cry, I charge into the fray, the rain drenching me as I unleash another bolt of lightning, this time targeting a group of soldiers that had been rallying to retaliate. The energy crackles and snaps around me, and it’s as if the storm has become an extension of my will. The lightning strikes the ground between them, sending them sprawling, fear etched across their faces.

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.

’ After hearing those words, it would be embarrassing on my part if I would still deny him. I reach out a hand to him. Remoire left Leviathian’s shoulder and ended up landing on my open palm. A pattern starts to appear, which seals my bond with Remoire just like it did with Gorshe. Black lightning coils from my hands up to my arm. The familiar surge of power from the black lightning made my heart thump with excitement. Finally. I have my black lightning back. Not only that, but I have a new demon familiar.