Demon Slayer Oc Base Novels & Stories

But the battlefield wasn’t letting either of them breathe. A massive demon—eight feet tall, armored in obsidian plates, with a tail tipped like a spear—charged them, bellowing Osric’s name in fury. “TRAITOR!” Its voice rattled the treetops. Steel clashed as it slammed into Osric, sending him skidding back. Storm launched at its side, claws sinking under its armor, the Phoenix fire melting it on contact, tearing through flesh. Its tail whipped toward her heart—too close, too fast—

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

"How dare you attack me, your future alpha, you poor bitch, you poor and useless wolf-less omega. How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?" Lucas said, coming towards her with full force. Taking her as if she was worth nothing, he flung her to the wall, watching as she hissed in pain. Her body came in contact with the wall, causing a crack of bone to be heard in the room. She must have broken two or more bones in her. She stood up. Her legs were so weak. She walked back to the wall as she saw the demon walking towards her. Her heart beat at every step he took, his dangerous demeanor increasing seconds after seconds. Who knew what demon the alpha's son possessed in him?

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

The only thing that differed was our perception of Jasmine's link to the Dark. For the Pictorians, the Dark was a thin ring of dark smoke around their bodies. The smokey ring around their bodies was a symbol of the magic that aids their wolves. For a typical Pictorian wolf, the smoke is grey. Rukky told me that Stasia's minions would have darker clouds.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

Sam sets the doll upright in front of the car, scratches her chin, then adjusts the posture and position of the fake Shandra, folding her arms about the way the girl was a while ago. The demon extends his hand to her, asking her to come closer. Shandra obeys. "I need some of your blood." "Really? Again?" "Just one drop is enough. Will you allow it?" She nods in the affirmative, looking away next. Sam raises one of his sharp claws and, with care and precise speed, he makes a tiny scratch on the girl's skin. As promised, the coppery-eyed demon uses only a drop of the blood, from which it drips onto the inert doll. A strange glow glistens on the fake corpse, and Shandra is completely surprised

The pain of a rejection was hard on all of us, but Omegas took it harder. “Do you really believe you would be better off here?” I asked. She looked up at me, the pain in her eyes. “I have no idea what to expect at the Full Moon Pack. Will I be your slave? Your breeder?” she spit out. I cringed, hating that term. And I cringed because I realized she only knew the image I wanted others to see.

The male demon was seen nuzzling Janice Valeria’s neck as well as shoulders. “It’s okay... Fine... Alright... No problem... As long as you’re willing to take care of me, to stay beside me, there’s nothing else which I’ll demand from you...” “Actually, by being mine tonight, you’ll have obtained something which I think you’ll be delighted with...” “Mmm...? What’s that?” asked Janice Valeria quite curiously. “You’ll be able to hold the red orpiment inside your body and will also be able to use it as one of your weapons in dealing with the yakshas from Ocean Blue Land...” explained the male demon with his quite relaxed fashion.

Well at least she has royal blood, it doesn't matter finding out which family side was a descendant. Mizuko was about to close the book when there was one more page she is yet to flip. She has a bad feeling about it but she flips the page anyway. She stares at the sketch and her brows drawn together. It was a legendary beast who is said to pay respect only to the rightful King. It looks like the saber tooth, Keisuke but there was no other writing of it. The sketch was even blurry but for some reason, it is alike Keisuke or maybe she just hasn't seen many of the demons out there.