Demon Slayer Susamaru Novels & Stories

in her own words. "After she led me back home, we started a friendship. Nothing ever got more intimate than that, but we were very close. She had a ghoul, a servant of sorts. Susan was the master of Fredric, her ghoul, and by giving him her blood, therefore immortality, he was tied to her as a servant."

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

A feminine voice leaves the spirit as it stares at us. "My name is Ember. This is my cat Binx." I motion towards Binx. "And this is my boyfriend Damian." I motion towards Damian. "We mean no harm Sakura." I bow my head out of respect to the spirit. "We will not return if you do not want us to." "You may return, Ember and Binx but he can not return!" Sakura points at Damian. "He is a demon!" She growls out. "He will bring nothing but harm and destruction to this forest! GET OUT NOW!!!!" Her voice shakes the ground causing me to jump.

She shot a glare at Leviathan. “Oh, dear, that kind of determination and burning passion of yours to fight made me jealous of you. Now, let me take it.” Leviathan moved his hand forward, pointing at Suzaine. An evil smirk slowly formed on his lips. A fainted red aura came out from the woman and was transferred to Leviathan's hand. He’s slowly sucking her eagerness to fight. Is that even possible? “W-wait, what are you doing?” Suzaine stammered then her knees started to waver as if she's losing her strength. She bowed and gradually fell on the floor. After a while, the demon laughed—his mouth was wide opened, showing his razor-like teeth.

Tamamo's eyes were filled with desire as she licked her lips. “Wait a minute,” Sutoku interrupted. “Are you saying that Shuten-douji lost to a single human?” “Yup! That human was able to go defend against the [Thousand Army Decapitation]. He was also able to break through the gourd.” “I see. Then it should be easy.” Amaterasu was somewhat relieved. If it were a single human, then Tamamo should be able to handle it. That vixen enjoyed hunting down attractive males, after all.

Aki and Sasha were amazed by the precision of his movements in the dim light but especially by the fact that he could control fire like a natural-born Vulcanus Slayer. Koumori-shishou turned to Sasha and gestured towards the dressing screen and said: “douzo”, which was the Highlander word for “please.” Reluctantly, Sasha got up and put on his blue Slayer uniform. When he returned to the circle, Koumori-shishou said: “A magician MAY be persuaded to share his tricks when threatened by the combined persistence of three young apprentices. I suspect I will not be allowed a moment’s peace from this night forward?”

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

crater of shattered reality."The conversation was a tangle of controlled hysteria. The stakes were infinitely high, and they all knew it. Sama, their greatest asset, was also their greatest risk. Her aura, an effect of her virtually unlimited psychic potential, was a storm without a lighthouse, a scream without a hush. It was the embodiment of her soul, and it was ready to kill everything."I need you to say what's happening," Sama's voice, strained and splintered, came across the intercom. "I can sense the walls of the room collapsing. It's as if my mind is splintering.""Stay with us, Sama," Dean said, his voice soft, a lifeline to hold on to in the storm. "We have an antidote. His name is