Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I gathered many demons that I can to pursue my plan. And as soon as I thought this was the day. My very life and my revenge will perish along with my memory. I hope the remaining abyssal demon will know what kind of monster the organization created. Teresa, the embodiment of a true demon. She is the one who will turn the balance within this land upside down.

She was prepared to jump into the fire whenever Lilith wanted her to. Alexander used his extraordinary power, which he alone possessed. The demons holding him instantly charred into tar while Alexander's entire body erupted in flames. Jordina sped up while brandishing the knife. She had never engaged in combat with Satan, so she did not want to be late to use her move.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

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.

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

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.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.