Demon Slayer Modern Era Novels & Stories

"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.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

He smiled satisfiedly and his warriors sang him praises. On getting to Jeiel it turned and made its way back to Medellin, his once happy face curved into an astounded one, weighted with anger and gloom. "What is happening??" His fighters panicked. "Reverse the spell!" Author shouted to him. "Sorry; you can't." A demi voice said and the dark ball stoped. They looked at the direction the voice came from and a lady appeared. "This fight has to end or you all die!!" She spoke staring at them adamantly.

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

Somewhere deep down, a crack formed in the armor he’d built around his conscience. From the cliff’s edge, Jaiyana’s gaze swept across the chaos below. Through the swirling smoke and shifting shadows, she caught sight of Tharion and Kaelan in their wolf forms—massive, feral, and magnificent. Their claws tore through demon flesh with savage precision; muzzles streaked with blood. Kaelan leapt into the fray, landing atop a hulking demon and ripping its throat out in a spray of black ichor, while Tharion’s powerful jaws clamped down on another’s spine, snapping it with a sickening crack.

She had no idea that tonight, something ancient and hungry was watching her. Deep in the shadows beneath the bleachers, a ripple of crimson energy pulsed unseen. Asmodea, a lesser lust demon exiled from the infernal realms for centuries, had been drawn to the raw, pulsing energy of the packed stadium, teenage hormones, adrenaline, sweat, and repressed desire thick enough to taste. But it was Emily’s pure, untouched light that called to her most. So innocent. So full of life. So breakable.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Silas could feel Chastity's determination, an unyielding spirit that mirrored the ferocity of the Lycan within. Dylan, now an ancient vampire with power eclipsing his previous form, unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The demonic aura enveloped him as he lunged at Chastity with newfound ferocity. The battlefield quivered with the clash of titans, and the moon bore witness to a struggle that transcended the boundaries of supernatural conflict.