Demon Slayer Masked Guy Novels & Stories

I’m not going to hurt you. His words were bizarre, but I had no time to think them over. No matter what he said, I wasn’t about to trust him. Still, I nodded in agreement, signaling that I would comply. Once he seemed convinced I wouldn’t resist, he relaxed a little and guided me toward the bedroom. He must have known I was pregnant because he kept his hand protectively near my stomach, careful not to harm me. As we moved, the dim light of the moon filtered through the window, and I finally got a clearer look at him. He wore a black mask that covered his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. In the darkness, I couldn’t tell who he was at all.

It was a man in black wearing a ghost mask, tall and lean with cold, sinister eyes. Looking at the boy who had dodged him, he muttered in disbelief, "Dragon-Slaying Palm?"

“It’s pretty hard to believe how such a demon would agree to that.” “I promised him that if he behaved for a day without killing, I would put him in one of my demon ranks. What a fool he is. As if I would let a demon with a face that only a mother could ever love join my ranks! Ha ha! He would tarnish my beautiful face!” He keeps boasting about his face, but he keeps wearing a mask. What a weirdo. “No one got killed!? What about the sponsor that he possesses!? And the fact that he hurt a lot of people does not change. You are making a deal with a demon to not spill blood or get the urge to kill. Have you ever thought about that?!”

Someone who didn’t need to announce their power. The chamber doors opened wider, and a figure stepped inside. A man dressed in a long, dark cloak with silver embroidery along the hem. A black mask, etched with faint runes, covered half of his face. His hair was long and dark, tied loosely behind him, and his posture was relaxed but undeniably strong. He looked no older than twenty and everything about him radiated danger and control. Seraphine bowed sharply. “You are?” The masked man inclined his head politely.

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

asked the mysterious person. He wasn’t that distant from our current position, so I was able to get a glimpse of his appearance. He was taller than I was, and his chestnut hair kept on flowing along with the wind. He was wearing a mask to cover his entire face, and only his eyes were visible. It was definitely black. "Huh?" I murmured to myself when I noticed his resemblance to someone I have known for years. My heart started to go crazy as I carried on with my observation of the newcomer, which is most probably another pureblood vampire and ranked higher than Jazpher, judging from how he reacted.

"Who are you?" Shadow asked as he coughed loudly. The footsteps got closer until they stopped in front of him. He looked up and saw the man wearing a mask and wearing all white clothing, slightly visible inside the room because of the light coming inside the door. Daimon grabbed his chin and scanned his face from left to right. "You look familiar…" he murmured before getting closer to Shadow's fucked up face. "You do too." Shadow spat out blood as he coldly stared at him, realizing who he was. The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now.

Oliver went down first, and Jayden and I followed. ​Zerilliano's guards were waiting below. "Where's your boss?" I asked. They didn't speak. Instead, they just raised their eyebrows at us. They didn't move and just stood there, looking at us, as if waiting for something. From the main door of the house, the masked man came out. He was wearing an all-black tuxedo and pants, and white shoes covered in blood. ​His body shape is familiar. It looks like I've seen him before.

My eyes met his and I visibly froze, the guy beside me with a red mask has been talking but i heard nothing, i even felt his hand on my shoulder, probably trying to pull me back into reality. The skeleton masked guy had sky blue eyes and the demon guy i knew had sky blue eyes too, but of course, it could be a coincidence… except he is actually looking at me! With anger in his eyes and with that distraction, the other guy lands an upper cut blow on him, making the audience gasp in fear, he seemed really known and loved earlier. I was probably wrong, there’s no way Louis would be here. “Hey, Do you want to get out of here?” The man asked whispering in my ear and grabbing my attention.

he added, nodding toward the masked man, “is a demon too.” His smile widened slightly. “And a strong one.” He tilted his head. “So don’t embarrass yourself thinking you can stop him.” Then he turned away and gave the order again, his voice calm but firm. “Go.” ----------- Slyvara’s dark blue energy crackled around her as she planted herself firmly in front of the masked man. “You’ll have to get through me first,” she growled, fists glowing faintly. The masked man didn’t hesitate. He charged, fast and brutal, swinging with a strength that made Slyvara stagger backward. She struck, her fists landing against him, sparks of energy flaring with each hit, but he barely faltered, his movements prec