Demon Slayer Wind Hashira Novels & Stories

As I turn to face my brother before hugging him tightly. Hans POV Aimee's small figure continues to tremble as I hold her close. This is not good... How in the world did the assassins manage to break the barrier surrounding this school?! Glancing up, I easily recognize Airel who is currently forming a small barrier around us. She was one of the three celestials that the Queen mention to us before... a member of the Wind clan. Right now, the Queen lock away their powers, only allowing them to wield a small amount to keep their identity hidden. However, she can still manage to create a small yet strong barrier that prevents the assassins from attacking us.

This is a demon lord we’re talking about afterall. “Now it’s not exactly polite that only one side introduces themselves, is it?” Crymillia said. “You’re an intruder in this mansion. Get out now!” Matthew heightened his tone of voice at Crymillia. “But this isn’t even YOUR mansion, Matthew Dragunov.” The demon merely chuckled and started walking around the library slowly. “A rookie Hunter with a bright future as they say. The girl who just ran out, Yuki Nakamura, the Dead-Eye Hunter. The silver beauty, Cecilia Crystal who could do nothing but support spells. And Rose Roosevelt, a familiar face after all these centuries.”

Winter speaks this time, eyes keen on Kitra, almost with aversion. “The Demons have their unrivaled Guardian, an exceptional high-tier warrior glorified with the esteemed responsibility of eliminating special Omegas like you are”. I receive a blow, right through my chest as I catch my breath painfully and break into coughs. “Himari!” I feel Welma and the blonde woman come to my aid as a hand rubs my back while they help me sit upright and bring a glass of water to my lips.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

HERA "Hera, there's a demon here." I was having a glaring battle with Nami when Selene whispered in my ear and I arched my left eyebrow before tearing my gaze away from the bunny and shifted to her, I saw how serious her face was, she, along with Ivana,Ceres and Rujin who are the deities daughter who can sense a real demon around, though I can sense demons too, but I guess I was too distracted by this bunny who's still have the guts flirting with my man even if she already has Jonas.

Listarte then produced another spell. *“Gentle oh you are wind of the celestial Hear my plea, grant us thee Show thy might and beauty Oh wash away all the sorrow thy see,”* A whirling wind started to circle Taraya slowly cutting her down. Her clothes started to tear; she began to weaken causing her to kneel down. The wind caused her braids to unravel and it ceased to float around. The dungeon went silent, as if the catastrophe has gone and past. Lista and the others regrouped. Confiding in each other’s warmth.

And this time, she didn't offer blood. She commanded it. The runes flared. Her voice rose like thunder. “By right of blood, by the first flame, I claim what was mine before the fall. I am Alya Roth—last heir of the old line. And I will not be tested by ghosts.” The masked figure staggered. The air cracked like ice. And the shadows dissolved. --- Lucien collapsed, breath returning. Alya caught him, the sword clattering to the stone beside them. He looked up at her, still shaking. “You shouldn’t have been able to do that.”

Rasha recovers quickly, her attacks coming faster, sharper, as if she knows that letting me hold the momentum for too long would spell her end. Our bodies clash again and again, silver colliding with bronze in a dazzling storm of power. She snarls with fury and something deeper—panic. I can see it now, in the slight hesitation in her movements, in the way her eyes flicker toward Lydia’s possessed form as though questioning whether the demon she allied with is still on her side. But the shadow-wolf that Lydia has become is no ally to anyone anymore. She crouches low, shoulders rippling with unnatural energy, waiting for our exhaustion to open the door for her final strike.

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy