Demon Slayer Samurai Novels & Stories

“I am favourite of Demon Lord Basille, one of the nine overlords in the Demon Realm…how do you think I am expected to behave for him?” Batton remained silent, his jaw muscles ticking as he grit his teeth, his eyes blazing with that golden sheen. Kat tilted her head at him with a cocky little smirk. “You don’t even know my demon form…don’t be too hasty, General.” Batton lifted his head a little at that, a look of bewilderment and awe coming into his expression as he couldn’t help but wonder just how dangerous this provocative little demon was. “So the restraints stay on then…” He muttered looking at her darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Can you tell me the answer to one question?”

If I didn't see Damion stabbing me with a knife, I will see a woman chanting and trying to drain all my blood. These dreams were so real and painful. I cried out in pain most times. I was begging Damion to stop stabbing me that I don't want to die. But then he won't listen. He kept telling me he is sorry that he didn't have a choice. That I don't understand. Is anyone threatening him to kill me? Or is the demon Alpha controlling him to submit to him by proving his loyalty, he has to kill me. All these was really confusing to me. I just don't want to die. I want to survive.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

When they got to us, they bowed their heads. “Introduce them,” Asher said. A guard came forward with a long list. “This is Sam, your majesties. She is a 30-year-old demon, and she used to work as a personal maid for a rich demon household before. She currently has no children, and she is also not married,” he read and my eyes raked over her. She was looking at the ground in submission, but I don’t like her vibes.

"Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood." The king stepped back with a lingering gaze on my face and I walked to the goddess' statue. "Hold your palm above the chalice and cut it with the dagger to mix your blood with the holy liquid." The priest instructed and I followed. The dagger was cold to the touch but when it pierced my skin, the blade was as warm as the summer sun.

The Devil Aura blew Lu Wushen and Ao Shi's clothes, and their eyebrows and hair fluttered. "This kid... has demonized again?" Lu Wushen was stunned. "So what if he's demonized? He's still a good-for-nothing. Doesn't he know the lesson just now?" Ao Shi sneered disdainfully. "Roar!" As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel's blood-red hair, blood-red eyes, white and black veins were exposed. Like a fierce tiger, he suddenly rushed over with Devil Aura all over his body. Hong! Wherever Samuel passed, the pressure was extremely strong. Ao Shi blocked it with his halberd and directly blocked the attack of Samuel.

“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.

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.

He pretended to be confused and asked, "Who are you all?" While saying that, Darryl could not help but measure Samara up. Her armor was clearly different from the barbarians. It was not a long saber hanging by her side but the Daim Dynasty's standard longsword. While noticing that, Darryl realized that Samara might not be a barbarian but a Daimer. He was instantly curious. This woman was clearly a Daimer, but why was she with the barbarians? While confused, Darryl was a little secretly relieved. No matter what, this woman's facial features and figure were amazing. Especially when she was in the armor, she looked majestic and heroic.