Demon Slayer Michael Jackson Novels & Stories

Accepting the Demon Within Sebastian ripped through the demons, slaying one after the other. One tried to run but he caught him by the throat, beheading him with a snarl of satisfaction. His inner demon relished the freedom. For the first time in his life Sebastian felt complete. Another demon nearly reached Victoria. Sebastian leaped for him, picking him clean off the floor, and tossing him out the window with a bellow. Nothing could stop Sebastian the Vanquisher from protecting his female.

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

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.

He continued to scream. The demon looked over him, before bursting into laughter. The laughter was to mock him, and waste his time. Klaus Lavon knew this. He glared at the demon and squeezed his neck even harder. Yet, he would not budge. "Kill me if you want," he started to speak, allowing a bitter chuckle to escape his lips. "But what's done is done. You cannot fight him, he has your silly human female in his possession, and he is stronger than you know."

infection took hold of her circuitry. But as the scythe began to shatter, a shadow fell over us. Jackson. He wasn't the "Gilded" Vizier or the "Silver Monk." He was the Master of the Stasis-Grid. He appeared sitting on a throne of frozen air, his golden eyes filled with a cold, terrifying amusement. "You're so predictable, Darlene," Jackson said, his voice sounding like a thousand clocks ticking in unison. "You think love is a weapon. But in a world of mathematics, love is just a variable that eventually cancels itself out."

He threw a glare at Michael, who smiled slyly. "You're calling me a beast?" Michael raised his perfect dark brow at his man. "Well then, if not you, then your dick is a beast," Jackson said. "Aw, thanks, babe," Michael said, boasting proudly. "Ugh, you're the worst," Jackson grumbled under his breath, looking down. Michael chuckled lowly before leaning in to smother Jackson with kisses, rendering him weak and smiling. I watched the two with admiration, a smile forming on my lips.

Damien fell to his knees at my side. "I'm so sorry." He said with tears filling his eyes. Jackson stood behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. "I'll be okay just do it." I told him choking on blood. "JEWELS!!!!!" Damien bellowed out loudly and his aura along with Jackson's aura came smashing into me. I felt Jewels stir and out of nowhere, my spine snapped in half.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

She looks around, completely unfazed by the thirty or so huge, jacked bikers surrounding her. “I’m looking for a… Damon Montague,” she says, checking a small slip of paper. My eyebrows shoot up, and I glance at Devil, who’s now glaring at the girl. “The fuck you want with him?” he growls. His voice is threatening, but the girl couldn’t care less. “None of your fucking business,” she says, matching his tone. Damn. Girl’s got balls. Devil has a nasty rep... almost as bad as mine. His name wasn’t given to him for fun. The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes.