Demon Slayer Reacts Novels & Stories

The shock of his vulgar tirade left Emma momentarily frozen, her mind struggling to process the venom he had just unleashed. However, as the echoes of his verbal assault hung in the air, a surge of defiance welled up within Emma. With a resolve that defied the fear creeping into her, she retaliated with a resounding slap across Shawn's face. The impact reverberated in the room, leaving his cheek stinging and ear ringing. The force of her slap momentarily jolted him back to a semblance of awareness, though the simmering anger still glared fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

"You’ve made too many enemies that you can't keep track, haven’t you?" Morana snarled in my mind. "Let me out. We’ll paint the walls with their blood." I flexed my fingers, feeling the hum of power beneath my skin. "Careful, boys. I was having lunch." The demon’s grin widened. "Then consider this... dessert." In a flash, he lunged at me, claws extended. I sidestepped, grabbing a steak knife from the shattered table and slashing upward. The blade sank into his shoulder, eliciting a roar of pain.

The small sound emitted by the demon lord froze his delegation. “Oh, only now you remembered me, my labels.” She snickered evilly under the mask. Her pupil shook excitedly. “Puh! AH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Shadow set off. Her laughter erupted and echoed inside the room full of demons, devils, and other delegations. Chayan startled. His trauma began to act as soon the laughter rang inside his ears. The anxiety and the fight and flight activated because of her. His head still remembered her before he passed out on earth.

“De... demon!” Samantha smiled a big toothy smile. “Finally, SOMEONE KNOWS MY NAME!!!” She swiped quickly with her blade, separating his head from his neck and looking on as his body hit the ground. “Aw damnit!” She pouted and looked at me. “I could have used him to find the cells. Ugh!!!”

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.

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.”

The demon was now on its knees, all the strength it had probably drained by the silver in its body. We looked at each other and nodded. Moving at the same time, we charged at the demon, swords ready. "No, wait..." The creature said, but we slashed at it from both sides. It squealed even louder and we Syberus slashed at its back. "No, you wretches. You do not know what you—" "Save it," I said as I stabbed my sword through the left side of its back, where the heart was. It squealed even louder and I saw as the skin on its arms started to blister and burn. It was dying, it would die. The souls of our parents and all the others it had killed will finally come to rest. I wanted to watch it suffer

“It is. Every time she speaks, you already react to her tone before you hear anything from me. You decide what I am thinking before I even open my mouth.” His voice dropped. “You are exaggerating.” That word again. I paused briefly, but I didn’t let it stop me. “I’m not,” I said. “You saw what happened in the corridor. You saw me slap her. You didn’t ask what she said to me or why I reacted. You just decided I was wrong because she looked calm when you walked in.” Damon stepped forward slightly. “That is not what happened.” “It is exactly what happened,” I replied. That was when I felt it again.

“That kind of hurt.” The demon steps back, watching. “What are you?” he asks again, tipping his head to the side. “I told you, she’s mine.” Lucas slashes the dagger through the air, cutting the demon’s throat. Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding.

Everyone else just stood, watching. Then Jayden wailed as power exploded from her fingertips, hitting Karl in the chest and sending him through the air to tumble over the back of the sofa. When she opened her eyes, both now appeared a deep blood-red and feral looking. She sent another blast toward Sheeran, who tried to block it with his sword, but instead, the blast sent him flying back into the wall to crumble to the floor. The demon roared as he scampered to his feet, his lips curled upward in a snarl. "I am free!" He reached out a hand, taking Tryna by the throat and tossing her carelessly across the room like a mere toy. Famallumi caught the small faerie before she struck the wall.