Demon Slayer Upper 3 Novels & Stories

“There’s only one reason you’d find brimstone, and we both know what it is.” “Fine,” I say, eyes going to the large grandfather clock in the corner by the wall. Evander is running out of time before he’s at real risk for damage. “There was a third-hierarchy demon. And I fought it off, but I don’t know how I did it.” “Don’t lie to me!” Ruth hisses. “There is no way you could have fought one off. You’re working together.” “No! I would never work with a demon.” “Lies!”

As my soul left my body, I wondered why I could still see what was happening to me. It only hit me when I looked down to see my lifeless body slumped on the table—I was dead. The sound of the door opening caught my attention. I turned to see that a maid had returned. The remnants of whatever hope I harbored disappeared. My brothers hadn't returned. The maid was shocked to see me slumped on the table with the urn and photo beside me. She stopped to assess the situation before slowly approaching me. She reached out a trembling finger and placed it underneath my nose. Then, she paled and shrieked in fear.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

that crashed the memory-refinery. "ERROR," the voice of the High Council shrieked from the black-light furnace. "EMOTIONAL OVERHEAD HAS EXCEEDED SYSTEM CAPACITY. THE SECOND LAYER IS MELTING DOWN". The Elder-Jackson shrieked as his rags turned into silver-oil. His scythe dissolved into the violet-fire lilies we had brought from the first layer. "You think this is a victory, Darlene?" the Elder-Jackson whispered, his form pixelating into the golden pixels of the archive. "But the Third Layer... the Third Layer is the Funeral of the Mother. It’s where they keep the Original Oracle."

I'm facing a demon Lord. ''GET AWAY FROM HIM!!'' Suddenly the tortured demon stared getting up and told the other demon to get away from me. " He is not you're equal. That demon is a member of Elite class at Ragnarok Academy and an Arch Demon'' Random:(Arch Demon at his age!!. No wonder his abnormal strength) Kiri: Ban, we're leaving. She seemed worried. I understand. She did not want me to get involve any further. Lisa did warn me from getting too close to the Academy and their students. I'm pulling out.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

The level three are the reason for this war, they are capable of withstanding sunlight and can also shapeshift making them quite deadly and finally the Level four demons, blessed with each abilities of their own and they all answer to their master Hades" he added. "So if we fight in the day time, it is still useless because of the level three demons. What is the point of this war then when we are already on the loosing side" Alpha Jack gave up, he believed they had no hope and he might as well die now rather than die in the hands of a demon. "Level three demons are called scorpions, you can't easily notice them, they lurk around in the human world mostly and feed on their fear making them st

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.