Demon Slayer Wind Hashira Novels & Stories

It seemed that he tried to take advantage of the stall situation, yet, Black Shadow’s perceptive eyes would never fail to detect it. “You got me.” He threw the wind sphere and laughed more seriously. It was the strongest wind spell, Wind Blade. It was enough to kill even Smile or Sleepy for that matter, but the spell wasn’t strong enough to injure him. As someone who taught Hisoka down to the basics, he knew why Hisoka was using his best spell instead of a high-killing spell. Since he used Disaster wind to ruin the perfect plan of the twins and used it multiple times toward the powerful enemies, he was saving his power. Even if he looked calm, Black Shadow was certain he’s playing conservati

“Stand back, you idiot.” “You want me to stand back? Are you kidding me?” Arth shouted. “I wanna help you—” “I said stand back!” Janshai glared at him coldly. “You’ll just get in the way.” Then he raised his right hand above him, his palm facing upward. All of a sudden, dark energy, in the form of black strings burst out of Janshai’s hand. The strong wind blasted everywhere, circling him. The dark, thick strings danced wildly, slowly compressing together, forming into a long, demonic scythe.

She could already tell that the babies aren't ordinary and were the reincarnation of the five souls, that's why it was really hard and painful for Darcia. "I summon the powers of the wind, the ocean, the breath of earth. Gra on agni, ogna tis le fzi!". She summoned all her energies as the seer and passed unto Darcia. Her eyes instantly changed to white as she didn't stop yet. What she was doing was really risky, but she didn't care much about it. If this could really save Darcia, then she is glad that she did it.

The circle flared black and violet, twisting, alive. From the darkness, a whisper rose: Nex umbraa, kai vel’thra… ix shael. Kai’thai kharuun… kai’thra kai’thai. From shadow, I awaken… I am hers. I am warrior… I am and I become. Then it appeared. Not a simple crow, but something older, warped. Its wings were tattered starlight. Its eyes burned like molten amethyst. It landed on her shoulder. Claiming her. Marking her.

Alarick butted in. “I am certain a talisman enchanted your necklace. I can see the silver line on your neck.” Touched my neck again, still not feeling anything. “What is the silver line supposed to mean?” I gulped when she stared directly into my eyes, like piercing through my soul. “If you shift once again,” she paused and shifted her gaze at Alarick like she was giving him the responsibility. “She will get mad.”

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

She had never been angry with anyone, but at that moment, she was furious because of a man. "Jade, I didn't do anything to him," Chas argued helplessly. "My attitude might have been bad, but I think there is no need to do this." "No need?" Jade's face was cold. "Do you know who he is? He's our World Universe's hero and the Elysium Gate's Sect Master—Darryl! He was the one who had invested and set up the Windon Group. Do you understand now?" 'What?' Chas trembled—he was in a daze.

What a cruel joke that twins would be destined to save the world. Liam launched toward the twins first. He did not aim to rescue them, not with the black chains lashing around his wrists and the venom flooding his veins. The slayer within him surged to the surface, uncoiling with a speed and clarity that was almost beautiful—if anything forged for murder could be called beautiful. He reached Bella in three steps, tackling her and shielding her from the next blast of the shadow dragon’s wrath. The impact tore open his own wound again, flooding the floor with blood, but he didn’t flinch, his eyes fixed on his target: the Queen, who had not moved from her stone-cold position beside the altar.

Deep in the forest, a 10-meter-long goshawk rose into the air. At this moment! This goshawk was frantically flapping its steel-like sharp wings. Following the other party, he brandished his wings. Streaks of cyan whirlwinds, like blades that could cut through everything, were spreading fiercely. Its target was Zephyr Khan! "This is the Blue Wind goshawk. Its strength is comparable to a fifth Alchemy stage practitioner!" Blue Wind goshawk was a violent demonic beast that liked to kill and had a strong lethality.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.