Demon Slayer Stories Novels & Stories

Damien’s POV I wake up to the sun in my eyes. Fuck my head is pounding. When I try to get up I can’t. My eyes fly open as I feel my hands and feet have been tied to.. the bed frame ? I lay my head back and sigh. Fuck. I try to swallow but my throat still feels raw. She snapped my neck. When was the last time I’ve gotten that done to me. Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon.

he presses, his hand on my waist squeezing, so hard through the clustered material of my dress. Yes. “No.” I choke out, my voice merely a whisper. He wants it this way, he wants me to break, and I do, I give into him, playing with him. Playing his dirty game because the sooner we're done playing, the sooner he leaves. I learnt that the hard way, and will never repeat that mistake, it's better to give the demon what he wants and drown in it, because he's mine. We all have ours, but mine is the worst, and he likes the chase, but this time I brought myself to him on a silver platter. He groans in satisfaction, his movements inside me faster.

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

"Every month, a hundred women must sacrifice their lives, or the curse tears me apart. What sorcery did you use to withstand it?" He found nothing. Of course he found nothing. There was no charm, no medicine, no talisman. I was simply feeding on the curse he thought would kill me. "I do not know," I said innocently. "Maybe I fell in love at first sight. Maybe we were lovers for several lifetimes. Why not believe that?" I blinked up at him. Succubi had their methods. One look, one softened breath, one little pout, and even the Demon King himself looked away.

I made sure to use the same relaxed, casual form. “You shouldn’t have made up that story about being a demon.” He laughed. “There’s no such thing as a fat desire demon. Did you come hoping to find a shapeshifter boyfriend? Maybe an incubus or concubus is more your taste? I’m gonna send you home before you distract our people more with your stories.” He growled. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was telling the truth. That’s what he actually thought. I didn’t mind.

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

Third point of view "You do realize your stories get crazier each time you tell it right?" Riley comments after hearing about the deal Samantha made with the Demon. Sam wanted to make sure everyone knew about the Demon inside her in case it ever comes out. She was technically not breaking the deal she made with it since Tera was not in the room with them.

"She means the deformed demon and if you didn't know, humans— hunters specifically takes little demons and cross them through borders. Some humans make them fight each other with bets." "No!" Blue shakes her head. "I've never heard of something like that and we visit states all over Hikari!" "That just proved you never know much about your Kingdom, tch!" "I know more than you do!" "Sure, sure." Keisuke sarcastically said. "That's not a nice tone!" "Oh sweet love!" Lady Amore exclaimed. "The two of you quit arguing like cats and dogs. Why don't you two clean up and ready yourselves for dinner, hmm?"

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

Still, he isn't willing to kill her. Did he make that oath long ago, to never kill a Demon? Or is there a deeper meaning behind such a commitment? "Why doesn't she want to be one?" "I imagined she was raised by Angel-bloods who indoctrinated her into believing Demon's were evil." He doesn't bother concealing his obvious distain for the aforementioned Angel-bloods. I shudder. "That almost happened to me." My mother - the vile, wicked person that she is - told me all sorts of stories about evil Demon's. At times I believed her. I though ill of myself for it, and now, I see those lies for what they are.