Demon Slayer Mc Novels & Stories

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

Besides, since he had been target-locked, his speed slowed down to a halt. The Demon-Slayer Sword pierced through Makara’s body. At the same time, the Dark Wellspring’s power surged forward and entered his body. As Makara was already gravely injured, he could not withstand the attack. His physical body was destroyed, and not even his soul remained. In the meantime, the other powerful figures attacked James with everything at their disposal.

Ginny rasped when the towel was removed. “My own fucking family.” Bridgette whispered under her breath shaking her head but Kane heard it. “I’m not telling you shit!” Ginny shouted. “That’s fine. The dish towel can go back in while I make a few phone calls. You can sit here with Kane.” Bridgette said, turning away. “That’s fine. My husband was a member of the MC. I know their code. Women and children are not to be harmed.” She said, smugly. “Except your husband wasn’t a member of the MC was he?” Kane growled.

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.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

What is going on, and why are they staring at me? Malacar’s POV This is getting out of hand. She controls the shadows now and has no idea how she’s doing it. What is she? Definitely from the underworld faction. I saw the ring forming around her iris. She is coming into her powers, and they will tear her apart. No student from the underworld attended the academy. They think I’m a beast, not a demon. I was panicking, so I walked downstairs. He smiled at me. She awoke, he whispered. Finally.

“And you, D? How was your trip?” “Well, K, it was productive,” I smirked. I’d been playing house with the boss of the MC that runs the next city over, Ashworth, a man with the road name Blaze. Blaze is an absolute twat of a man, I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t have to be. The truth of the matter is that we had reason to believe someone in my club was working with Blaze, and I needed to find out who and why they were willing to betray me.