Demon Slayer Male Oc Novels & Stories

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

Stopping in place, he turned to his friend with a sombre expression. "Jonis, I suspect Shamsiya Moore might've used an enchantment on me. Could this be the reason why she's...possessive of me?" "Enchantment? Hehe...Iblis, I say you should lessen your trip to the human territory. Just a few trips, and you've already begun to forget who you are. When has any enchantment ever worked on you, the Demon Lord? Forget about an enchantment. Aside from the Demon Slayer, even the olden spells and witchcraft don't work on you." Jonis scoffed, clearly displeased.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”

Three figures filled the doorway like avenging shadows, power rolling off them in thick, suffocating waves. The first was tall with silver-streaked black hair and piercing silver eyes — Kylian Malore. The second radiated raw demonic energy, horns barely visible through dark curls, crimson eyes glowing with hellfire — Brayden Furone. The third was a towering wolf shifter, muscles rippling under tattoos, golden eyes fierce and wild — Dilan Stormfold. They moved like one lethal unit. Kylian was on the hungry vampire in an instant, slamming him against the wall with terrifying ease. “Touch her and I’ll rip your spine out.”

"What was that thing?" "A soul demon, you fainted with just a glance at him," So the demon was a male, I only saw his eyes which was hidden in the darkness of his dirty purple cloak, and it seems he float in the air as he was without legs. In Drayce arms I felt so safe and my encounter with the demon was slowly fading from my memory. His scent calm my wolf who had been on the edge since. He filled me in on what happened and how I woke up here.

Yesmir placed a hand on his cheek and to my horror, I saw that the hand was green, just like the rest of his body. Most importantly, he looked small and fragile…as if he was a newly born baby and not a grown up demon. My mind began to work furiously as Yesmir pleaded in a hoarse voice, “please…don't” He said but the being whom I assumed to be a male occultist slapped Yesmir again who sobbed bitterly. “Don’t argue” The occultist spat on Yesmir’s face as the demon child sobbed bitterly. There was no doubt that Yesmir wasn’t human or any other supernatural creature. As far as I knew, no vampire, werewolf, or other living creature was green in color, had no hide or fur on its body, was slimy, an

His frown only seem to deepen with time. "It was weird and scary when Maddox reacted that way..His eyes were— "Gray" He finished.Tension happens to linger in the air, somehow I feel there's something wrong or maybe about to happen. "How do you know?" I asked.The man before me heaved out a sigh. "Demon is trying to take over Maddox completely.Those gray eyes only come back when it's stronger and succeeding in taking control.I have warned him countless times to not use demon.It makes him strong for sure only to lure him into the trap"

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp