Demon Slayer Style Novels & Stories

Maybe that’s because I’m marrow, more quicksilver soul than body, and I wanted Samael’s bones to fill. “I'm ready,” I finally say. We return our cups and walk outside into the winter air. Samael offers me his arm, bent at the elbow and ramrod straight, in an outdated manner. Demons always pick and choose mannerisms they favor from different epochs or cultures and play hard and fast with their humanity. If they can be said to be human at all.

Half of the grim reapers shifted into using bow and arrow to kill the demons in order to watch the backs of those who chose their very own scythe and close combat fighters. Everyone on Shane's side focused on fighting just so they won't lose another soldier in this battle which will most definitely put them at disadvantage. Shane tried to summon his dagger with an intense concentration the moment he realized how useful it would be if he can still use the demon inside the dagger against its own kind. A horde of demons pounced on Shane the moment he summoned his dagger. Before one demon could even have a bite and a taste of Shane's blood, the dagger took the form of a sword which Shane used to

Meena said as she brought the mannequin that had Arianna's dress, it was a light green—almost turquoise silky dress with a long train, made in the original Lavanian style; Long with a side cut and off shouldered with no sleeve—because the people of Lavania who reside in the east always show a little skin in their dressing. It was when Arianna wore it that the dress seemed to come alive, the dress hugged her body in the right places, enhancing her smooth curves, the dress seemed to have a silver flowery embroidery from the shoulder of her dress till the hem. The dress came with a pair of silver colored slippers with silver ropes that was tied in an X style around her ankles. "Oh, my...!" Meen

I'm ready for sleep, but first, I'm going to start this new romantic book about demons. Humming to myself, I leaf through the introduction pages but find myself drawn to the cover image. It's somewhat distracting. There is a shirtless demon daddy on the first page. He has dark hair, blazing eyes and a nice tattoo on his chest. I giggle as my fingers touch his abs. "Of course, you have a six-pack..." I mutter. "You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..."

A deep-seated fury burned within them, a fire that seemed to fuel their every move. Their eyes blazed with an unspoken rage, a rage that seemed to course through their very veins like liquid flame. Their arms moved with a swift, deadly precision, the edges of their blades slicing across the skin of their victims with a sickening ease. The slayers themselves were a terrifying sight to behold. Clad in black from head to toe, their faces masked by darkness, they seemed to blend seamlessly into the shadows. Only their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity, a fierce light that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"

"Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!" A gent with an aquiline nose, curly hair, and a weighted tank top was doing the side-plank, waving his hand and flirting with the cameramen and live audience. "A beauty with a fierceness that even monsters have to succumb to. The one that put an end to Rime Slayer, a Queen-level dangerous serial killer, on her own. No. 2, Demon Princess, alias: Gabrielle!" A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends

Alex felt his body being lifted off the ground as a dark aura surrounded him. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. His eyes turned red, his muscles bulged, and his skin began to ripple and change, taking on a dark hue. He felt an incredible surge of power coursing through his veins, and he began to convulse as the demon inside him grew more powerful. Alex was too shocked to even shout, and he watched in horror as his body began to transform. Alex tried to fight back to regain control of his body, but the demon was too powerful. It spoke to him, in a voice that was not his own, promising him untold powers and strength if he would just submit to it

He watched as his fellow warriors were been slaughtered and innocent souls leaking in the air. 'He is a demon then why is he weak? 'Why don't he posses other powers apart from reading minds.' Thinking about that a smile crawled into his head and his heart litted. "Special..We are been ambushed! I need you here." He whispered in his head.

Praying Priest: "Izanami giveth, and Izanami taketh. Did you believe me ignorant of your treachery? You brought this demon here in hopes that he would defy me, did you not?" Dantzler: (Dantzler at this point, is breaking free of the chains. He runs forward using "Sheer Speed" to quickly get behind her and begins prepping himself for the kunai infused with cosmic energy, he rears back and lunges forward slamming his fist into the kunai. As he surges with energy around his entire body, he screams aloud.) "IMPACT!!!" {Definition: The action of one object coming forcibly into contact with another.}