Demon Slayer Man Novels & Stories

The rare power in him that could be lethal to demons unexpectedly piqued Agarez's interest, and the dark-haired, dark-eyed archdemon stared at him with unusually focused eyes, as if gazing at unavailable prey. The man withdrew his attention in time to tense his calf muscles and pull back the instant the other man made a sound, but even so, Agarez was faster and swifter than he was, and the sharp scythe attacked his neck as if it were the sharp claws of a cave monster, slicing the skin of his neck and slicing through the flimsy fabric of the hood in a millisecond's distance. "..." As an afterthought, the man lifted his hand and touched the wound on his neck, from which blood oozed onto his fi

He whispers to me, "I'm just following your lead," I answer in the same tone as him, we are interrupted by the breaking of the glass door, I jump a foot in the air as the man who opened the door for me earlier drops in front of us with a thud, his body is bruised. I peer up at my mate but his glare goes beyond the broken glass and a dozen men appear, hunters, commonly known as slayers.

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

The man said and we were so shocked, we all fell silent in an instant. "I felt some human females make contact with my world. I just HAD to see for myself who would be so foolish to attempt such a thing." He said in a deep voice. He was tall, really tall. He looked like an ordinary human. And by ordinary human I mean human looking- but more like a god. Black hair that complemented his perfect sculpted face. Not a blemish in sight. He wore a black suit but it was tight enough that I could see his muscles through the fabric. I saw a golden chain underneath his suit. Is this what demons looked like? I wasn't even expecting for anything to happen, but I imagined demons as monsters with multiple

said the man. "What do you mean?" Leon asked warily. “I feel the demon scent inside your body. Are you a half-demon? Let me guess! Your mother was a black sorceress?” asked the man smiling happily, enjoying the nervousness that appeared on Leon's face. Leon drew his sword and drew it at the man. "What do you want from me?" asked Leon tensely. "I want to fulfill your wish. I looked for Lilith's descendants, and I think I've found him," the man chuckled.

Every shot hit its target. But he didn't just shoot them. When one got close enough, Damien's claws extended. He slashed across the man's throat. Blood sprayed. The man dropped. Another rushed him from the side. Damien caught him mid-leap. Threw him against a wall so hard I heard bones crack. Another rushed and he caught him by the arm, pulled his arm out and separated his head from his body with his claws. He was a demon. A monster. Everything I'd accused him of being.

he said to Mia, who was being held down by Heartman. "Gather up their corpses and set them ablaze so the demon won't add them to his army of the dead," he instructed Heartman and the few warriors remaining. In accordance with the sorcerer's instructions, Heartman and the other warriors collected the bodies and piled them together in a heap. A solemn silence descended upon them as they set the gruesome heap ablaze; their

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.