Demon Slayer Reactions Novels & Stories

I shouted at them angrily because they seemed to forget that they were in the middle of a war. They quickly followed even though they were surprised because they didn't expect to see me there. I helped in the fight. I strike a powerful kick that hit the neck of the demon which made it stagger. I immediately took advantage of that opportunity and quickly cut his neck and stabbed him in the heart. The black human-like demon fell to the ground and slowly turned into black fragments. The smell of demons stench in the air is so thick. I felt tired and from what I could see from the sentinels they were also struggling. My vision is not getting better and instead of the demons getting less, they ar

Lucas waved to Shanez. The fourth elder of Aqua Nimbus Organization got disgruntled when he saw the scene. "Lucas the Demon, I'd love to see just how scary you are!" Then, Shanez charged toward Lucas with his palm at a very fast speed. However, just before Shanez's palm could strike on Lucas' body, he was sent flying away and crashed hard on the ground. "How is this possible?" Shanez was stunned and could not believe his eyes. 'I can't even take in one attack from Lucas the Demon?'

It becomes embarrassing from their own desires. It's okay for wolves to flaunt naked if the occasion calls for it, but for some reason, when the Slayer is around, I feel an attraction I don't know. And at the same time, it hurt that he did not react in any way, as if what was happening for granted. Empty eyes and complete lack of interest. Maybe not good enough? But then my thoughts moved in a different direction. A predatory beast in the clearing surfaced in my memory, a terrible and ruthless monster, to which the murder brings satisfaction.

The smaller of the Shadows, the one the first referred to as Shirisius, says, grinning wickedly at me. “Not just any fighter.” I declare, sensing Liam behind me. “But one you will regret coming across.” Lightning flickers in the sky, and the wind picks up. The first demon watches me wearily, scanning my body from head to toe. Not liking the way he eyes me, I wonder what would happen if a lightning bolt struck him. Seconds later, there is a crack in the sky, and the demon backs up, narrowly escaping electrocution. Shirisius jumps back in surprise, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

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.

The air was dry and hot, as though they had stepped into a furnace, and Maddie felt ash settle on her eyelids, blinding her vision momentarily. The warriors were letting out yells of terror and surprise: it was clear that none of them had ever seen demons like those before. They were throwing Celestial Blades and swinging swords, but nothing seemed to have any effect on the demons. Those creatures were moving swiftly and equally efficiently, their bodies of vapour passing through the bodies of the Hunters and killing quickly.

The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword "This fool begged me to be his partner in crime, even though he had impregnated another woman. If I hadn't known him for a long time and understood that he was so stupid, I would have slapped him back and forth on charges of abuse..." Ariesta folded her arms over her chest. As usual in all sentences he spoke softly. But this one is really satire "Help friends don't be angry..." Edzar muttered. "If you had a little guts, you would have stayed in the aokigahara forest with Ayumi to avoid your father, rather

“That’s not happening.” The creature didn’t react. “Your refusal is irrelevant.” That— That was enough. Damon moved. Fast. Violent. Decisive. His fist collided with the creature’s chest— And for a second— Nothing happened. Then— The force hit. The creature slid back a step. Just one. But it didn’t fall. Didn’t break. Didn’t react like it should have. Instead— It looked at Damon. Properly this time. “You are the variable.”

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.