روايات وقصص ضمن Demon Slayer Male Oc

Yushiro grunted, his hands clenched into a fist. “Calm yourself. Blue will not appreciate if you don’t interrupt her moment with Keisuke.” “I need to talk with that demon after this!” “You have no match to Keisuke. If you could not sense that demon lurking at your squad that very night then you have no chance.” “You make it sound like I can’t become stronger.” “Did I? Well, it is what it is since you are only human. Our strength and mana varies visibly. What’s there to further differentiate?”

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

I muttered, awkwardly touching my earlobe. “Bloodbath cares… for you. He might like… it.” Ox said, and it made me smile. Somehow, I feel like he wanted Demon and I to be more than what we are. He’s friendly, and anyone could guess he’s Chinese at first glance. Unlike Demon, who doesn’t have a single tattoo in his body except for the one in his knuckles, Ox had a dragon tattoo curling around his neck, while Pierre had lion heads tattooed across both arms.

He begins to smile sweetly at me. What is the matter with this jerk? Is he all right? What is going on with this jerk? Why is he smiling so broadly? "Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is. His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s. "Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me.

“And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.” “Why are you telling me? I could kill you.” The man swung his daggers and put them back in their pockets on each side of his h.i.p.s. “You could try.” He smirked and began to walk away. The man had confidence. Lucian still had some unanswered question so he followed him. “Thank you for saving me…Re..Ro..” “Roshan.” He prefered to be called his human name. Interesting. “And you are Lucian.”

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Uncaring how scary this beast was, Orion gained the courage to stand up, run, and punch it in his bloody side. Demon tossed the man aside and looked down at the kid who punched his wound. It tickled more than hurt. His large ruby-red eyes stared down at the boy, who stared at him wide-eyed, breathing heavily. He was obviously scared but wouldn’t back down. “Give me back my brother!” Demon tilted his head to the side, ears flopping over as he looked at the ten-year-old. “Orion, look!” Arlo shouted from behind him and slowly crept up to them. Kairos was staring up at the beast, shocked to discover he was still alive.

“I understand. But you don’t have to decide right now. Take some time to think this through.” I flip through the pictures again, stopping once I see one of a demon that is otherwordly beautiful. He has long black hair, red eyes, and horns that remind me of a ram. He has a neutral face with a scar on the right side, it runs along his body, but his muscles are so huge I don’t even pay the scars any attention. A shiver runs through me as I look at him, and I lift my chin into the curious gaze of the matchmaker. “This one,” I say. “I want to date this guy.”

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”