Demon Slayer Master Novels & Stories

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

"I can. I am the Vampire Master, and this fool has done a wrong to me. He shall receive the punishment of death. Now leave!" Not waiting for any further protest from her, I slowly swing the man around; I want him to watch me in the eyes as I rip his throat to pieces. I want to show him what a monster I am. With my right hand, I yank his head to the side, exposing my fangs; I slice his skin open in shreds. His agonizing cries fill the silent air of the night. "Please stop," he pleads. "Nothing happened. We did not do anything."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

Soulmates had a special value for the divine power linked to that kind of relationship, but she didn’t need it at all. Since she was joining Master Rabi, who was famously known as the “demon-slayer” for killing more evil spirits in the last two hundred years than any other Guardian, Ayla hoped he would send her to a mission to face demons very soon. She was feeling very violent and needed to release some of that energy.

That as long as we hide our ears and tails, we too can walk with the humans. “I am no normal wolf!” I howled aloud. “What do you mean?” The boy asked, but I refused to answer. The older vampire got up, and went to the door. “I’ll let you two get acquainted.” As he left the room, the boy's smile faded. “Listen here Lyra! I am your master! You will do what I say or you will be punished.” Fear sprang up in my body as I heard him speak. I felt my stomach sink, and I whined. I ended up peeing myself.

In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be. Hellhounds chased prey. The hunter dealt the final blow. “Did you call for me?” He didn’t add “Master” naturally. I had to channel some more power into the pentagram. It’s not like I cared about titles, but status was something that demons placed great value on. If I let his arrogance go unpunished, I would get a rebellion later. The demon winced in pain. “Forgive me for my insolence, Master.” “Whose blood is this?”

But likewise, it can also bring consumption beyond the limit of life for human beings, and without strong vitality as support, human beings will run out of vitality and die during pregnancy. The race of Sarnus, only the King holds the Seal of Life and is able to strengthen the life force and power that is sealed in the Seal. Quintas is the master mark, able to bring a powerful power boost to those who receive it, increasing the original strength several times, and he thus holds the Northern Bloods. Winpas is a killing mark, once a person possesses this mark, he becomes a killing machine that can only be manipulated by him, and this mark, which can be manipulated by people at the same time, h

“You’ll cum when I say so. Not before.” She nodded frantically, already unraveling. “Yes—yes, Master—please—” He pulled back slowly—then slammed in again.

The iron burns, but not as much as the one that later comes on my neck when I stand over the bodies. Staggering, I clutch the area, my strength depreciating, my vision blurring. Xaveeda is standing beside me, and she’s smiling. She has done something, something terrible. “What did you―” “Shhh. Rest now, my boy. You can’t fight the Fiery Lotus’ potency.” I give out a sharp breath as I topple on the bodies, while Xaveeda lords over me. “You see, the Umbra Mistress requested that I force you back to the Realm. Desert Generals aren’t tolerated, so go answer for your crime.”

But I was thankful, very, very thankful that his fist didn't launch on Eriol's pretty face. My 'knight' nodded slightly with Mr. CEO's statement but it was still with a neutral expression. "Of course we haven't, " he answered matter-of-a-factly. "I am Lorde Axel Winner. Son of Michael Winner. The step-son of Marcella. And I am the Master of this house." He enumerated with confidence, basically highlighting the word Master in case the employee missed out the missive. He didn't extend his arm for a handshake. Eriol scoffed lightly. "I do know who you are."