Demon Slayer Makio Novels & Stories

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

Daito picked up the dagger, he slowly impaled himself, Alicia watched on as the blade tardily made its way into his torso. It rested spiked for a while before he pulled it out and opened the grimoire and drew an emblem over one of the pages. Soon after Anato Strider, Dakario, the 5th head and seven of the eight assassins sprang up from a teleportation circle. Alicia was further away, from where Daito had appeared. Daito struggled to walk up to them clenching on his chest. The fifth head dashed to him and started chanting some incantation Alicia had heard before when they were in the woods,

Nami said as she already spread out her black wings on her back and Diana fainted, Jonas stumbled back while looking up to Nami in shocked, Jiroo coos and picks up Dalgom who were barking loudly that echoes throughout the entire house, Cubby covered Mina's eyes, Sean dropped his jaw staggered at what he was witnessing now and I slapped my forehead and shook my head. "Y-you're a.." "Demon, yes." Nami said bitterly. "And so did Liam, because his father turns into a demonic one and he turns Liam into one when he lets Liam drink his blood." "I drank what?" "Demian's blood." "Eew that's gross!" Jiroo shrieks and pretends to gag. "What the–." "Oh no no, I mean the blood, not you being a demon, Lia

The anticipation was palpable, and the prospect of our long-awaited meeting was just within reach. A few weeks ago, I began to feel the awakening of my powers. As the flames blazed to life, I couldn’t help but marvel at their captivating hue—a luminous shade of blue that danced in the air. At that moment, my dragon, Makhlai—though she insists on being called Katie—spoke to me with a fiery sass that only she could muster. I cherish her spirited personality and feel incredibly fortunate to have her beside me.

I said, as Maka roared, alerting me that more demon dogs were coming in hot from the other fucking side. “Shit, shit, shit, demon dogs coming in our direction. Remember aim for the fucking head Shawna and Rane get your ass up front.” I yelled, in her direction. “Hell No, I’m not leaving yall.” She yelled back. But Rane ignored her and picked up speed. I could hear Shawna saying she was going to not only cut his balls off, but his dick would be included. Maka veered off in the direction of the beast. I fired two shots at his head. The first missed but the second one hit him between the eyes, but the bitch kept coming, but he was definitely fucked up. I fired two more shots just as Maka grabbe

"Remember me. I am Malakor, the demon prince's personal guard. You are too young to meet my master right now, but we are the fourth, the weapon you save for the very last. We are the makers and breakers of worlds. Malakor turns his majestic head to look at me fully. There is nowhere I can hide from his gaze filled with fire, and with something akin to sorrow in his eyes, I feel his mind begin to merge with mine, and everywhere I look, there are flames burning my body from the inside out. I scream, trying to find a way out of this torture, but there was nothing to do save enduring this Hell.

Warlocks summoned demons to gain magic power; before they did that, they had been ordinary humans. I was a half-demon from the get-go. My nature was a part of me. Auntie seemed quite pleased and started nodding, as a thrall appeared from behind the throne. He looked really zealous, with the eyes of a rabid dog, a smile befitting said dog, a tattered robe, and the symbol of the Bright Saint in his hands. He handed me the symbol, which was a silver pendant with a blooming tree. Without pausing to think, I took the amulet and examined it.

“I’m fine now. But we never got to discuss what you wanted to ask me.” “Oh, that!” Miaka looked at me through her lashes, a guilty blush covering her cheeks. “Ace told me to convince you about your new Scribt….” I sighed. “Of course, he did. Are you sure you’re supposed to even know what a Scribt is?” Miaka gave me a wide eyed stare, the black stones in her golden gown glittering in the darkness. “I’m the Demon King, I’m supposed to know about every creature that inhabits the other ten dimensions.”

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This