Demon Slayer Swap Au Novels & Stories

She covered his bare body with a blanket and went for a bowl of water. As she wiped the blood from his skin, tears fell without permission. “I knew your wolf would surface again.” She said softly, pressing the cloth to his arm. “But not before Aurelian’s.” She shook her head slowly. “Moon Goddess, what is this sign?” The face-swapping ritual that gave Darius Dylan’s permanent form had cost him his own wolf. Since Dylan was dead, the wolf tied to that form no longer existed. For Darius to reclaim his, he needed to be divinely blessed by another wolf. And the only wolf capable of that was Aurelian.

"Undo whatever you did or our deal is off." Demetrius lunged for it, took it in his hand, eyes full of sorrow. "Needed to be sure," he said. "Needed to be fixed first." He squeezed it in his fist, the blue light dancing between his fingers before he handed it back to me with so much anguish in his face I knew he'd done as I asked. The moment the crystal touched my skin he buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Didn't matter. I wasn't paying him any attention. Not while my demon suddenly howled to life, Shaylee screeching at the top of her lungs, the vampire essence surging outward and into the crystal.

Her weak body fell right in front of her as the person behind slowly put her sword into the sheath. “No!!” Dev coughed out blood as she slowly lift her head and look towards her. She then saw the teleportation spell nearing completion and gently smiled at her. With one last flicked of her finger Dev throw the drop of blood towards her as the whole array finally lit up and engulfed the person inside. “Your Highness…. Please don’t worry about me…” The demon then finally fell into the ground with a loud thud. “No! Dev! Don’t die …ah!! Noo”

The darkness that covers the Newark town will soon be demolished. Damon Salvatore was held captive by the leadership of Alexis Demetri, the demon slayer with the help of Thamer Reid, the Cambion who lived on Earth as a human. They trapped him inside a silver net they made through Felix Reid's sources. He gave all his shares to build a wide net made it silver. He planned it all while he's keeping him company.

I let out a silent scoff. Using my "amnesia" as a free pass, Milo was already planning a fiancée swap. Fine. I'd give him exactly what he wanted. After I was found and brought back to the Ashton family, Milo was the first to take my hand. Said we were engaged. Said we'd be the closest people in each other's lives. He hired tutors to catch me up. Taught me manners. Took me racing, horseback riding—showed me a world I'd never seen.

It was her father calling. With that, she put on a jacket and hurried out of the dormitory. It was clear she was hiding from me and wanted to avoid a conversation. I sat still for a long time before returning to bed and texted Job. [How am I supposed to verify who swapped their destiny with mine?] He replied, [The person will be carrying something that belongs to you at all times. [The moment the act is done, their fortune will immediately change for the better. Their life will be transformed.]

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.

My son's kidney is failing, and your daughter's kidney is a perfect match for him! "Will you believe me when I say that I only need to say the word, and Mom will immediately hand Cecily's kidney to me without questions?" I yanked my hand away immediately. I could not believe that she dared even to utter such words. I did not mind being humiliated. But now, she was making a move on Cecily of all people! However, before I could even steady myself, Diana suddenly slammed her hand against the door and screamed. "Mom! Laura hit me!"

He held my hand as we walked, speaking with lightness about the future. "What should we name the baby?" he asked, gently placing a hand over my belly. "You can decide," I said. "Anything is fine." He smiled, and I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. The riverbank was crowded and lively, full of warmth. Then, without warning, everything shifted. "Leah! Nick! I'll send you both to hell!" The voice was ragged, unrecognizable at first. A figure lunged out of the crowd, unkempt and clutching a knife.

All their dreams would go up in smoke. Senior year stress, the hits to her ego—she wasn't their beautiful golden girl anymore. No value left. And just like that, they tossed her out. I thought, "It's fine, Amelia. Curtain's down. Time to walk the same road I once did." And who slid into her spot as the family's new tool? Me—Evelina Everton. But I was not playing the puppet. My life was mine. I tied my hair up on purpose, burn scar on full display. Watched them squirm. Forced their hand.