Demon Slayer Sign Novels & Stories

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

The hooded figure handed him a red hot rod, with an emblem attached to the ending. That was the shadow unit sigil. James looked at me with an emotionless face, then with practiced movement, he lifted his shirt where the same small mark was at his lower abdomen region. My heart shook. I understood immediately what he was trying to tell me. The pains and trauma I had from Damon branding me came back alive, and for a moment throughout the forced ritual ceremony, I hesitated, fear flashing in my eyes. But James' stare grounded me, like a strong unwavering pillar that refused to let go of me.

Christian remove his shirt and show her the tattoo on his left shoulder. "What are you trying to say?" "You see this mark? This is the mark of the secret organizations of witch Hunters and Vampire slayers. although we don't have issues with werewolves we deal with them in case to case basis." Mira was shocked to realized that the mark she is seeing on his shoulders are the sign that will draw them apart and make them mortal enemies

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

Silently confirming Carl's speculations. "What is the thing that he didn't tell me?" I asked confusedly. Carl looked back and forth to me and to Lucas. Since Lucas wasn't saying anything and was not stopping him from saying anything to me, Carl took that as a chance to tell me. "Lucas is very famous in the ghost community. He is known as 'Demon Slayer'."

While Virando was still chit-chatting with some of the senior demons over there, Sumico spent her time by taking a look deeper and more conscientiously at the carved pictures on the gigantic stone, about the famous and well known urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in the demons-realm. Thinking about something seriously and contemplating something deep and serious in her mind, Sumico frowned her forehead and fractionally squinted her pair of eyes. There were several pictures carved on the gigantic stone right in front of Sumico. First, Sumico saw a picture of heart symbol. Then she saw a picture of Virgo zodiac symbol. Then, there was also a picture of womanhood symbol – a circle with a cross d

"I'm not here to listen to your blatant arrogance and juvenile posturing. Give me your hand. Now." Deimon extended his hand with theatrical slowness, still wearing that insufferable smile. Selene unwrapped a ceremonial dagger from its red silk covering, the blade gleaming with runes that predated written language. Without hesitation, she drew the edge across his palm, opening the flesh in one clean stroke.

Noah's POV The evening sun casted it's warm glow on us as we walked to my apartment. I relayed all that happened in the past few days and sighed before smiling. Yes, I accidentally conjured a demon into my apartment but it's not so bad on most parts. "Hey dude, what's this by the way?" I asked pointing to a sigil like tattoo that I had noticed on my wrist. "It's the mark of our pact." He said as he gazed up to the evening sky.