Demon Slayer Settings Novels & Stories

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

Wearing his scarlet suit, he had his hair in a braid, sitting around the table. Negotiations ended there, with Ragnar as mediator. - I want to hand them over to the demons so that they never see the light of day again, the demons took them as slaves, as their food with their source of life, they will be their slaves. - The woman said. - Well, you are already immortal, that is a good way to enter the order of Um-Mu. - A demon said. - A series of disappearances and attacks around the forest, in between attacks on churches and temples around the city of Doomed City.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

••• Aleena’s POV ••• The room shook, and I prayed hard for it not to collapse, or we would all be buried alive. Thankfully, my prayer was answered, and the room stilled after long moments of shaking. The dust began settling, and once it settled, there was no more Uncle Cain. There was only Zalarus, the Demon King, in front of us. Zalarus had long black hair, eyes as black as the night with no white part, chiseled facial features, and tattoos all over his bare upper body. He actually looked mesmerizing, if not for the vicious aura surrounding him.

I just wanted the thirty days after finding the shape-shifter demon to be over, so I could inform Reece about Darren's plan to kill him, and he in turn would help me avenge my parents' death. "As long as your rules do not include watching me naked, because I know how you women drool over me, then you're free to set a rule. There are three simple rules I will be setting like wise you. I'II start with my first rule: Rule number one — under no circumstances are you expected to call me by my name or lay any advances at me." I shook my head. "You surely cannot be this dumb. I mean why would I ever lay advances on you? But well, these are your rules, so I won't argue. Your third rule."

He was right when he said the assassin will come. His palace was the next target but luckily for him, he had moved his daughters to a safe place. **** The Hotel Room: Coming out from the shadows from his booked room, Demon sat down on his bed and felt really bad for killing those two Ninjas. If he hadn't killed the last Ninja she would have spilled the beans to the King. His Shadows disperse whenever they connect with lights that is why he always makes sure his victim's rooms lights were off. Gathering his Shadows which formed as a portal. Hades face was seen.

"I can't just leave." That was me again. Shaylee was so angry she could barely collect her thoughts. She was taking this whole standing up for herself thing pretty seriously. "I'm not just Shaylee, and you know it. I'm human, mortal, carrying her spirit. But I'm also a demon." I felt her surge inside me, my demon, wanting to reach out and tear this arrogant snot's throat out. I figured it was probably a bad idea. Thalion shrugged, the most graceful shrug I'd ever seen. "The rules aren't mine to make or break," he said. "But at least choosing this path, your world and mine are both saved."

------- The Blood-moon sanctuary had a particular atmosphere on days like this — the kind that pressed down on the shoulders before anyone said a word. Deimon had called the meeting that morning with one intention: get things in motion, and get them moving fast. What he's been told isn't what one ignores and let it seat in the mind for too long, lest you forget it.

My fist glows and I uppercut her. Fist of the shard: Railgun. She shoots into the air, and I follow suit. She stops mid-air and hurls back downward. I can sense a black miasma around her now. A huge black hand appears beside her and shoots towards me. I slash it in half, but it reforms into ropes and bind me. A purple sigil is in front of her now and I watch as she passes through it, totally transforming. Clad in black armour, and brandishing a huge blade, I recognize the familiar demon magic. “Possession”, I say as she fires a blast of hellfire at me. My dome blocks the fire, but not for long. I tear off the binds and release my second shard level. I dodge the burst of flames and fly at her

There were so many things I hadn’t thought about that were going to change with me becoming a demon. Demons don’t eat the usual food, demons have cold skin, demons get weakened by the sun, and demons can never have children. I scrambled for the drawer, and I took out a dagger. I cut myself in the arm and gasped at the color of blood that came forth. It was black. My breaths came out faster; the door to the room busted open, and Thane walked in. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I—I’m a demon, Thane— I don’t want to be a demon; I would never be able to bear you another child. I can’t eat this common food.” I threw the tray to the ground, and its contents scattered direction.