Demon Slayer Oiran Novels & Stories

"Not really, no. The fact is that if a sliver of his soul is gone, his healing abilities lessens. Meaning, he won't be able to survive another dragon blade" Theo wasn't in his right mind to choose what he wanted and at this point, I didn't know what decision to make. "Make your decision quickly because the longer he stays in this condition, the stronger the demon in him, would become" Orion said. ... "Fine, a sliver of his soul it is" I said and Orion grinned. He began to draw a pentagram on the hard floor, using some sort of mountain ash. Then, he picked up a black box and opened it. He mumbled some words and took out an object. It was glowing a bright red color.

She stared at both ladies and they nodded, Shailyn's eyes suddenly glinting with hope again but her normal orange orbs did not return. Skylar cut her finger and fed Ivan with her blood and right before her eyes, the demon born turned into ashes, sprinkles of orange and they watched as the dust disappeared right before their eyes. "I can't wait to see you again Ivan" Shailyn tried to smile but failed. Everyone knew the chance of rebirth for a demon was slight, there was an impossibility that it would never happen but she held upon that little bit of hope. "Shailyn, I need you to take Primrose out of here, she's hurt-"

He had used his magic to coat the blade of his sword with burning coals. Denton attacks Orlan as per Ferin's orders. Orlan had expected Ferin to order his greatest and strongest men to finish him off, but Orlan did not expect that Denton would be the one to fight with him. "Isn't this the second time we've met?" Denton smiled crookedly. Orlan held Jay from taking over his body. His wolf was so emotional, even though Jay had promised not to switch bodies with him. Orlan glanced at Lucia, who was nearby, fighting a vampire. He wondered, was that vampire a clone of Lucia? He didn't know the face of the clone Lucia, and his mate didn't tell anyone the features of the clone's face or body.

Demon Royal of the Ancient Demon Clan of Silver Moon said insidiously. "That's right. Since we've gone through so much trouble to come here, why should we allow him to obtain good things without any effort?" The mysterious demon prodigy who had reclaimed the Sky Holding Ancient Villa said. He was shrouded in Demon Aura and he was also full of killing intent.

I was having a glaring battle with Nami when Selene whispered in my ear and I arched my left eyebrow before tearing my gaze away from the bunny and shifted to her, I saw how serious her face was, she, along with Ivana,Ceres and Rujin who are the deities daughter who can sense a real demon around, though I can sense demons too, but I guess I was too distracted by this bunny who's still have the guts flirting with my man even if she already has Jonas. They were all looking outside of the restaurant because the demon's presence seemed to be near us and then I felt it, the sudden oppressive pressure coming outside of the restaurant, I snapped my head to look where they are staring at but Liam wa

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

“You mean a war? The one thing we have been trying to avoid this whole damn time.” She nodded, a sadness flickering over her face. “Unfortunately, yes. Except, in the case, it’s against Oran and his followers. Not the entirety of the supernaturals.” “So against the BloodHunter Coven, again.” My dad added. “Not just them. Oran has monstrosities as his disposal that you wouldn’t believe. Failed experiments that he uses to his advantage. I’ve seen some of the paperwork on them, it’s horrific. There are going to be those of the BloodHunter coven who agree with him but then he has his own cult following. It wouldn’t be an easy fight. Especially if we are looking to keep the fatalities down to a m

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

After we all ate, and Arisa admitted I could cook we gathered in the living room. "Alright Arisa, times up. What's your story?" I asked. Liz just sat next to me nodding seriously. Arisa took a big breath before replying. "My full name is Arisella Alperen. I am 16 years old. I won't sugar coat it. I am an orphan, or at least I was. I was taken in by a man who simply needed a pawn. He put me into a harsh training so I can kill demons." I tensed slightly at this but didn't stop her. "At first, I seemed to be the perfect pawn, but when I was 14, I noticed something wasn't right. I was told that demons experience no emotion and kill humans for the fun of it, and sure I have come across those, but

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”