Demon Slayer Sleep Novels & Stories

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

I thought I fainted in my room, why am I still here? "Am sure you know your punishment and you Draco get your instincts right before you take an action." Prince Jeiel said in a very pissed tone, he looked at me and said "follow me." Do they see me now? I was bleeding right, what's happening. I was about moving when the fake me followed him instead. Sure, I am in Dreamland. I snorted at Damina and threw a punch at his face but it went right through him. Ohh I am a spirit, of course I died!

Kat whispered, her voice not wanting to come out of her. The Demon King grinned and lunged forward, scooping an arm around Kat’s waist and dragging her round and up onto his lap. He placed a hand on top of her head sending a calming sleepy spell over her, making her compliant and still as she dropped back against his chest and looked up at him with a dreamy smile as he patted her and rubbed her ears like a pet. Ruben lurched to his feet, his fists clenched and surrounded by a blue flame. “Let her go!”

"Yes, I will send you back, to kill your daughter. If you are able to do that, I will let you remain on earth as my stooge." Now I must tell you this --- I would never harm my child, not even at the point of death. But as I was about to protest, I felt a pulling of my being, as if I was being thrust back forcefully into my body. It is the most unpleasant feeling anyone can go through. I was no longer in front of it, the demon. At this juncture, I stopped speaking and looked around. Osagiede was no longer on my laps. She was on the floor in a heap, crying and mother was consoling her.

“Terrifying.” A chill skated down my spine. I swallowed hard. “There are Hunters, too,” she added, her eyes darkening. “Raised from birth to kill. Mostly Lycans, but anything rogue is fair game. They use weapons blessed with alchemy and blood rites. They can track you, by scent, by aura, even by the copper tang of fear in your sweat.” My skin prickled. “You said you’re a sleeper. What does that mean?” She hesitated. Then her gaze locked with mine, sharp and searching. “Sleepers are born supernatural, but their power lies dormant. They don’t know what they are. Not until something triggers it, pain, trauma… love. Anything strong enough to crack the shell.”

How long had she been asleep? He offered her his hand and pulled her to standing. “Not that long,” he said, in answer to her last two questions that she hadn’t asked, she supposed. Most Vampires did need to sleep some, but all of Lucas’s friends were wide awake, as if they hadn’t been up all night. Even if all of them had been asleep in the vehicle on the way here--like she had been--someone had had to drive. Trying to let her embarrassment go, she stepped to the edge of the mountain and looked out over the fortress, as many of them were doing. Without the snow and fog in the way, even in the darkness, the structure was much clearer than it had been before.

Shandra knew she was awake. Therefore, what was in front of her could not be a dream. Considering all the stress she had been under in the past weeks, however, she thought she was suffering from a delirium. Everyone else was asleep, except, of course, the demons. Although they felt no sleep, both Sam and Julian liked to lie down, close their eyes and apparently rest. Caleb and Ezan are also immersed in a deep sleep. The girl keeps looking at what at first she thought was just a trick of light and shadow: the thin, unusual silhouette that strolled by as if it were a mere traveler.

These are after all among the first three basic spells every demon child learns. Waltzing back to Journee’s room, he found her sleeping on the bed. The sun streaming in from behind the curtains, making it look like beams of light surrounding the human. Fascinated, he watched her chest rise and fall, as her lashes moved slightly every few moments, as her eyeballs shifted behind those pale pink eyelids. She is having an active dream. Easiest time to wipe her memory when her guard is down. Tucking a stray hair behind her ear, the Demon King caressed her forehead, smoothing the lines of worry that appeared.

With a release of a long breath, Itzel leans her head down on the comfy car seat and lets her eyes fall shut even if it is just for a few minutes then so be it. "Itsi?" Someone shakes her frame causing her to slightly stir in her peaceful sleep. She hardly opens her eyes before closing them again. "Itzel! If you do not wake up now, we are going back home. All along it would be a waste coming to the basements then." Damon's voice threatens her and she almost immediately, jolts up on her seat and blinks her eyes a few times so as to get rid of the remaining sleep. "Are we there yet?" She asks very innocently. Well, this is Itzel! And she is always like this only when she has just come out of h

Fuck I felt like a Demon going to be burned by the sun… So, this is what if felt to be a Demon? I watch too much Demon Slayer. I try to sit up without opening my eyes. That’s when I finally realized there was a warm body beside me. I frown. What the hell? I took a woman home last night? I bring my free hand to head and run it through my hair. What happened last night? Right Beckett wedding? Shit did I clean out the bar?