Demon Slayer Style Novels & Stories

"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.

We cleared the demon’s limp body as he screamed in pain and we raised our head, trying to understand what we were seeing. A tall demon stalked into the ring, a dress barely covering it and holding on for dear life. It had long dark wavy hair and there was a green hue to its shimmery skin. It had a large head that kind of looked ridiculous on the smaller body. Axel stuck his nose in the air, wanting to be sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Hmm, sunflowers. Axel stalked toward his mate whose feet were pounding the ground, furious. Her feet were now pretty ugly, large and almost like an eagle’s talons. No wonder she didn’t like her natural form.

Drawing the distinct pentagram of sun and moon she summons. “Jessa, Hannah.” She commanded. As swift as the spell activated, the twins appear bowing in front of her, commanding them through her thoughts, the twins nodded in response as they vanish, taking to aid the hunter. Once more drawing a circle of a pentagram for a fighting armor in the image of shaman’s clothes mix with a sailor-style skirt, white boots, and distinct red and violet strings of ribbons that’s serves as his line of protection, she jumps outside as the wind drew its cold attention towards her. Looking at the reflection of the black smoke demon that’s giving the twins and the hunter a hard time fighting against, it slowly

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Slayers like Mom and Dad do not wear everyday garments because rushing into battle can induce brocade to tear. Instead, the material should be stretchable enough to endure a demon slayer’s swift moves. When my grand teacher, my mother’s teacher, was alive, he had identified me as a future Slayer. On the other hand, he had looked into my future and revealed that I had a rough destiny, possibly even harsher than my mother’s. Every demon-slayer had a destined one and a war partner. If I could find my partner, then I might avoid any possible misfortune.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

He lifted his right arm and extended it towards her, he gestured his finger taunting her to come closer. She gladly obliged, standing up and unhesitantly charging towards him. With fists flooded with water that she created using her mana, she then struck his left arm with her palm causing Lyon to be thrown meters away from her. He felt a tingling pain beneath his clothes, lifting up the sleeves he saw water needles piercing him turning his arm unusable. He smirked as he lifted his right arm and posed a fighting style taught to the knights in case they are dismembered or mutilated in between battles.

One slash, two and then shortly after she aimed at his neck. The demon sensed her intention and immediately backed off as he began to evade her attacks. Hellion clashed with the big sword for a while and leapt away to catch her breath then attack the demon again. Hellion quickly moved around the demon while giving him a lightning strike in every opportunity she could have. Her movements seems like a devil’s dance, unhesitating and fast. She looks like the queen of hell murdering her victims in a beautiful way. Hellion slash a cut on the demon's neck one last time and leapt away from him.

she replied with a purr His sense of style was different from a lot of warriors I had seen; it was very different from how Alphas dressed. While most preferred formal wear, and some went for casual cool wear like jeans and shirts that showed off their ripped muscles, Damon usually went for loose T-shirts or baggy vests and shorts. The only time I saw him put on trousers and a shirt was when he was going into town to get a few important things for his office, and he looked like a sexy god. I wanted so badly to jump him that day, but sadly I had to stop myself.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.