Demon Slayer Lower Moons Novels & Stories

“Winner, winner, demon dinner, “June said. Each of the girls made their way down the staircase while walking cautiously to avoid any sudden movements from what may be lying down beneath. So, can somebody please run the plan by me again? June said. We find the statue, we destroyed the statue, and then we get the hell out of here. April G said. As they converse amongst each other, the teenagers soon found the Dean on his knees and speaking to what appeared to be a ten-foot black mirror. Everything will soon be in place. The Dean said to the mirror. The Crimson moon shall be upon us within the next year which will be the perfect time for me to eliminate Zai and his demon spawn. Demon spawn? Jun

Aunt Cleo continued, her tone resolute, "I'll begin instructing you in defensive magic. We must be prepared if we're to stand any chance against them. If an attack is imminent, it will likely coincide with the blood moon, when their powers surge to their zenith. That gives us barely a month to brace ourselves." A shiver ran down Aqua's spine as the full extent of the danger loomed before her. Every word from Aunt Cleo felt like a warning etched in stone, urging her to steel herself for the battle ahead. "I'll do whatever it takes," Aqua declared, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "We won't be caught off guard. I swear it, Aunt Cleo. I'll protect everyone here with eve

**KELLY THOMPSON'S POV** The moon's corpse hung low, a bloated specter leaching color from the sky. Its craters pulsed like open wounds, and the sea beneath it had gone still, a black mirror reflecting its rot. The *Kinslayer* cut through the water, its heartstone hull groaning as if mourning the world it sailed toward. Selene's wolves clustered at the bow, their star-metal blades glinting like shards of dead constellations. Rhydian stood apart, his serpents restless beneath his skin, their scales shimmering with a light that matched the moon's sickly glow.

Isabella lay awake long after the house had fallen silent. The only sound was the soft rhythm of rain tapping against the window, a steady beat that matched the relentless pulse in her chest. Darkness wrapped around her like a suffocating cloak, heavier than any noise she could hear. Her mind refused to rest. Every thought seemed to collide with another — a storm of fear, doubt, and something stubbornly fierce that refused to be silenced. She was trapped. Trapped between worlds she didn’t belong to — the cold, dangerous realm of the Moretti family, and the fading shadows of the life she once knew. Neither felt like home anymore.

Screaming under my ribs. The second I got back inside, I ran up the stairs. “Meghan!” I pushed the apartment door open hard— and froze. The bathroom door was open now. Steam still leaking out. And inside— water was running again. I crossed immediately. “Meghan—” I shoved the curtain aside. And there she was. Standing under the shower. Fully human. Still. Not shifting. Not wolf. Just her. Black hair soaked and clinging to her face and shoulders. Eyes wide.

And then there was Damien. He waited at the center of the stone circle, bare chested despite the biting cold, wearing only black leather breeches and boots. Moonlight carved every ridge of muscle, every scar that told stories of battles won. His dark hair was unbound, stirring faintly in the still air. When Ashley stepped into the circle, his storm gray eyes locked onto hers, and the bond ignited like dry tinder struck by lightning. The elders fell silent. Gideon raised his hands. “The Moon Goddess demands balance. Purity preserved. Fertility awakened. The surrogate vessel will bear the first claiming so the true Luna may remain untouched until the formal bond is sealed.”

"The Moon Goddess is a bringer of tides and dreams, Jasmine. She is not a killer. Whatever is speaking through you is a corruption." Jasmine smiled, it was a devious smile. "Lets see how you handle the Night." She put the crown on her head and a wave of cold energy erupted. It threw Damon and Elara back toward the edge. The sky, which was just getting dark was suddenly dominated by a moon glowing with a sickly silver light. "The Lunar Rite " Caspian shouted, struggling to stand. "She's invoking the Moon's power! She's trying to change the laws of the valley!"

This was too surprising. A small black pot was like poor-quality porcelain made by an apprentice. Unexpectedly, it had the ability to subdue an expert. It should be noted that Evil Moon was close to a five-apertured Martial Demigod and a master of the middle-level God Realm. Although it didn't possess certain magical powers or martial arts skills, it couldn't be underestimated. How could it be instantly subdued by the black pot? The moment they reacted, Ding Hao and the other three showed surprise on their faces.

She was my redemption. The Blood Moon Luna and His Blood Moon Redemption are original works from the imagination of author Artemas J R Broyles. Some real life places were used purely for landmark purposes. The characters themselves are pure imagination with personalities inspired by those the author has met in their own life’s journey. Thanks for reading! -A :)

we both said in unison. “Yes, my sweet children. I brought you here to share with you, your destiny.” Louise and I looked at each other confused, then looked at her. “What do you mean Moon Goddess?” Louise asked. “Please call me Selene. And for centuries wars have broken out for one reason or another. They don’t happen as much anymore but they still happen occasionally. I have brought you here to explain why you both have been given the vision of foresight.” “Foresight? You mean like and oracle?” I asked.