Demon Slayer Upper 3 Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #CHAPTER_3 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 🍓🍓🍓 🍓🍓 🍓 #OMNISCIENT_POV

"Now channel that energy into your body. Imagine it flowing through you like a river." Esteria's heart raced as she concentrated. She envisioned the energy weaving through her veins, merging with her own essence. The sensations became more distinct, and she felt a spark within her—something dormant yet powerful. "Open your eyes," El-Kharis commanded gently. She did, and the world seemed sharper, more vivid. The colors of their energies were clearer now, and she could see how they danced around her, wrapping her in warmth and strength. A sense of belonging surged within her—these demons were not just her companions; they were a part of her now.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s

Stavros replied with a trembling voice, “James’ sword is too strong. His Sword Light inflicted serious injuries on me and I can’t heal them.” Goyo sighed and hissed, “He has already fused the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Lower Six Swords and Upper Three Swords. I never expected it to have such devastating strength.” Stavros asked anxiously, “How did he obtain the Upper Three Swords? Didn’t you have them?” Goyo shook his head in dismay and raised his hand to ward off the countless Sword Lights descending from the void. Stavros seemed to realize something horrifying and muttered in terror, “He took the Upper Three Swords from you? If I had known earlier, I would never have joined you in rebelling

Thus, Lucas sauntered toward the stone stage and placed his hands over the black, old treasure chest. Without hesitation, Lucas opened it up. All of a sudden, a bright light shone. After the bright light faded, Lucas beamed into the treasure chest and found a skill scroll. It looked like a very old script. It had the wordings, "Immemorial Demonic Slash!" Immemorial Demonic Slash: Grade S skill. With a slash, three thousand phantoms will appear and make everything it comes into contact with vanish. It can be upgraded to Grade SSS.

He proves it by speaking to her with his last breath. His body slumps to the ground where it burns up before disappearing all together. That was his true face. There’s always been a sense of satisfaction killing an upper level demon. All the work they’ve gone through to get summoned. It takes more skill to pull them from the depths of hell unlike the ones that slither into humans using them like walking, talking body bags. I don’t look at Ashton as I walk out, I can’t. It’ll break me.

When she grew bored of them, she left behind ambiguous words that made all three believe they were her true love, causing them to fight endlessly over her. When they finally got tired of fighting each other, they blamed everything on me. They decided I was the one who had killed their beloved and caused them to turn against each other. With nowhere to vent their rage, they all agreed that I was the one who deserved to die the most. First, the merman brutally tore out my spiritual core and abandoned me in the frozen wasteland. When wild animals came to gnaw at my flesh, he had simply watched coldly from the sidelines. Not only had he watched, but he had also summoned lustful snow serpents, wa