Demon Slayer Ninja Novels & Stories

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.

The others did the same, scattering and finding as much cover as they could. “All right. I’m going in. I need to see where the opening is so that when we come back, there are no surprises,” she informed the others. “Be careful, Jo,” Zane said, only to her. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go?” It made sense that he would be concerned. She was a Hunter, after all, and could be killed by a Vampire. Whereas, he was a Guardian, and a Vampire couldn’t kill him. Only a Hunter could do that. “I’ll be fine.” She wasn’t sure why she felt so confident in her answer, but she did. With a deep breath, she focused her eyes on a spot on the rock wall in front of her, a few bushes on either side that made

"There is one more problem we have to look at." I pinched the slope of my nose and sighed. "And what that problem might be, now?" I asked looking up. She gave me a sympathetic smile. She knew how overwhelmed I was from this sudden dump of information. "As I told you before, no one knows what creatures they are. How they look like or even what they are called. Fighting someone without knowing about them makes you weaker." She was right. How could I fight them without knowing what weakness they possess? Or even if they have any.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

Ronin found himself in a perplexing and terrifying dream as he lay asleep in his room. The dream unfolded in a surreal landscape, where a malevolent force was scheming to murder a regal figure. This formidable presence was none other than a bloodthirsty demon known as the "Khoon Pine Wala Rakshas" (The Bloodthirsty Demon). It seemed fixated on executing its diabolical plan against the king, whose identity remained shrouded in the dream's enigmatic ambiance. Ronin watched with wide eyes as the Rakshas lunged at the unsuspecting monarch, its malevolence manifesting in a brutal attack aimed at the king's throat.

Their stares were piercing into each other like they were in a battle. Clairra could release her arrow and let it fly into the demon’s heart but she sure knows how fast he can dodge it. Love? How does this demon even know that word? Demons don’t know how to love! All they do is fight each other, betray each other for the throne, trying to conquer the world they live in! “I will ask for the last time, demon, who are you?” The intention to shoot her arrow was obviously written in Clairra’s face and there was no other thing a demon likes but to play games and keep your fire growing. He looks up grinning at her.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

She was an honorary cat and, I suspected, a little in love with Rafe. My entire harem would work out with me in the mornings. We got up early every day for sparring, running, and some other exercises for muscle building. In the evenings they would train together while I was working with Poppy to get Anders’ educated and trained. His tailwork was improving. There was a workshop on the property where we practiced. It was a rule among my people that only full blooded demons were permitted to witness training. There was another type of training for mixed demons. I hated it, but I was supposed to be teaching him in the traditional fashion