Demon Slayer Pinterest Novels & Stories

"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.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

Alfi then leaps from ßenlong’s body passing through that ferocious flame ready to smash Leak with Pelidi in his hands. “If you use the authority as a Demon King to kill the humans, then...” Pelidi is cloaked in black needles. The black needles turn that jet black Tachi into a jet black Urumi (Indian typical sword with many whip-like blades on it). Every blade is cloaked in dark silver Iru. “I’ll perish you and take the risk as the new Demon King for humans and demons sake.” His face is covered by black Iru with a slight of silver Iru that form a pattern like an eerie smiley face.

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

When he removed his hand, her hand was completely healed, and the pain slowly subsided. He nodded at Levy, who put the blood-stained pin into the lantern. The lantern started changing colors like a chameleon. El-Kharis's face turned pale, as did the faces of all the demons. Fear ate at Esteria again. "What type of demon am I?" she asked slowly, looking at all five of them, puzzled by their reaction to the lantern changing colors. "The thing is, it is supposed to be only one color, but it is showing five different colors," El said before removing the pin and trying again, but the result was the same—five different colors.

Had he just made a fatal mistake? ★ Chris and Mike scoured online forums and cryptic message boards, hunting for coded ads from skilled werewolf hunters. For a few minutes they found nothing interesting until... “Mike, I think I found something,” Chris said, eyes fixed on his screen. “What is it?” Mike asked, leaning in. Evidently fully interested. “A post from a fellow called ‘NightShade’ on the ShadowNet forum,” Chris replied. “‘Seeking skilled trackers for...unique pest control,’” Mike read aloud. “Sounds like our guy." He said, his tone showing his excitement.

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

He hollered a few meters from the rest, and all heads snapped to his direction. Walking swiftly towards him, Alex and Caine got to him at the same time. The warrior pointed to one of the kidnappers lying dead on the ground. Caine walled the closet to the body and crouched to inspect it. His eyes widened when he caught sight of a particular symbol–the mark was that od every special warrior in the Diamond Shadow pack. It was a faint werewolf eye with diamond for its iris. "What is it?" Alex inquired "It's a symbol. It's given to every special warrior of the Diamond Shadow pack alongside the pack symbol. It's here on his back," Caine explained.

She needed his reassurance more than she had ever done. She could not help but wonder if it will be humans at the party, or demons. Did they all look as good as Klaus? Did any of them possess physical attributes that did not belong in normal humans? Like horns, tails? Maybe like the books she had read about demons as a child.

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.