Demon Slayer Stat Book Novels & Stories

without letting her rest nor react, he stated, “Here are your accumulated stats.” “W—wait—” [DING] ~Player 07~ -K Whatever Rank: Fetus (UP) Job: Breaker Points: None + (111,111) HP: 76/100 (Soul exhausted) MP: 0 Intelligence: 98 + (1) Physical Strength: 30 + (5) Mental Strength: 150 + (3) Emotional Strength: [Error] Charm: 130 Luck: -30 + (-10) Faith: 0 + (1)

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Health: 126/126 Stamina: 88/88 Mana: 70/70 Strength: 75 (65 + 10) [+] Agility: 39 [+] Dexterity: 26 [+] Intelligence: 35 (25 + 10) [+] Vitality: 38 (28 + 10) [+] Free attribute point(s): 9 Skill(s): [Dash], [Stab], [Sword Mastery], [Mana Manipulation] Spell (spell): [fireball] Trait(s): [Unusual Body] Equipment Skill(s): [Soul Reaper. Soul collected: 0/400]

And she had never quite forgotten how she got here, or when she was to leave - contrary to everything he had thought. It hurt him to think about, but he was still bothered about the demon bond that would not break, because that hurt him all the more. And it was sure to continue hurting him if he did not do something about it. He looked down at the book again and placed his both hands on it. Klaus Lavon closed his eyes and allowed his power sink into the book as he raised his head to mutter incantations. They were to help him trace the source of the problem, to know why his spell did not work.

“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.

There's a wide room with a matching window that has the scene of the ocean beyond a small meadow and a small group of trees to the right. There are two chairs and one round high coffee table between. Two people sit, one you know, one you don't. At least not from this story. "So," says Cayce, "I'll introduce myself first. But since this is the end of my book then you probably know about me enough. Cayce Vance, eighteen. Married around now, ready for some action, and half-demon and half-angel hybrid."

] [Reward: Vitality points increased from 14 to 17. [Reward: Strength points increased from 16 to 19.] [Reward: Agility points increased from 16 to 19.] [Reward: Intelligence points increased from 17 to 20.] [Reward: Wisdom points increased from 17 to 20.] [Reward: Dexterity points increased from 15 to 18.] Golden didn't mind about his huge increase of stats nor how they had neared him to 3-star mortal because his mind was still focusing only on beating Heruk.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Lillith lay there as perfect as ever, her every feature as clear and solid as it was in the waking world. The two boys were there too, though they looked like nothing more than a reflection through a fogged up mirror compared to her. Burney was more defined than Dave's, which surprised me. Usually the closer I was to someone, the more stable they appeared. Burney still shimmered like everyone else, and he definitely had nothing on Lillith's clarity, but it was refreshing to see someone besides Lills that looked almost firm enough to touch.