Demon Slayer X Reader Novels & Stories

THE DEMON growled loudly, spreading her tentacles fast that only point in one direction. Xurden had thought that this kind of creature didn’t even learn a single thing. They forgot exorcists that could face them existed everywhere, and he was the one who was best at it since he was a god. Demons always thought they were more powerful, which made them blind to the truth. That’s why Xurden didn’t have a hard time dealing with her. As the tentacles get closer, he raised his hand, releasing ice spikes from the bloody floor. The spikes stopped the tentacles from moving, which made the demon shriek aloud. Xurden didn’t hold back, and he sent a bigger spike toward the demon hitting her stomach wher

Xander was in charge of the Bloodshadow wolves, his eyes showing malice. Damon's anger reached its boiling point. He sprinted towards Xander, fully intent on putting an end to it for good. Kyra. Kyra witnessed Damon disengage from the altercation and make a beeline for Xander. Fear and determination made her heart pound. She couldn't allow Xander to confront him by himself. She pursued him, slicing through the disorder to get to his side. As they neared Xander, she sensed a chilling, analytical aura. This wasn't simply a fight; it was a long-anticipated clash.

Skylar Taking a deep breath to even my inhales, I knocked once on Xander’s door office and walked in. He was talking to Dean who quietly leaned against the office as Xander sat on his seat. Whatever they were talking about stopped the second I made my presence known. Dean didn’t bother to turn around and look at me, instead, he gazed at me from the corner of his eyes with his head slightly tilted sideways, his arms crossed against his chest. Xander’s gaze was hot on my tail when he noticed me, his chest still carrying no type of clothes. He was shirtless still.

“No. I shouldn’t be calling it a nine-tailed fox. It should be called a nine-tailed demon fox… Because that thing is a demon in my dream,” Xyla Quest said. Ever since Yaksha told her and Stanley Batton that they had debts from their past lives… Xyla already knew that their creditor would sooner or later show up and demand their repayment somehow. Xyla simply didn’t expect it to be this soon… For some reason, Xyla felt that the demon was omnipotent…

I whispered when I was sure that Daisy couldn’t hear us. “Anything that is dangerous. I know she is your friend, but I can’t let my guard down, being fully aware that she possesses demon blood. I can’t forget that witches had been hunting werewolves for centuries. Some things are hard to let go.” Xander replied, still focused on his tasks. “And I can feel that there is some demonic energy in this house,” he answered. “Yes, I know.” I nodded. “You know?” he asked, confused. “Daisy’s father was a demon. So it’s obvious the house would have demonic energy because Daisy has it too. Cheer up, Darling. There is nothing to be afraid of.” I smiled at him, my meager attempt at cheering him up.

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

Chapter 42: Reign of Ashes Xander, The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena, reverberating against the stone walls, each strike a testament to the raw fury that both Amara and Derek poured into the battle. The arena had become their battleground, the place where destinies were rewritten, and every movement mattered. The air was thick with tension, crackling with the force of their struggle, as the crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.

Wolf throws my phone at his Beta, who plucks it from the air with ease. I can’t watch Fletcher scroll through the messages, a growl leaving his lips, only getting louder the more he reads. “I’ll skin the bastard alive.” Damon joins him, taking the phone from his hands, his anger mixing with the other males in the room. The acidic taste from their energy is so heavy, I can barely swallow. Letting my feet guide me, I walk over to Xander, burying my face in his chest, inhaling his scent and trying not to let the exhaustion consume me. My desire to be next to him is getting more intense by the day.

I scream at him as I wipe my tears. "Little flower, we are not ashamed of you. You just took our reaction wrong" Xander says in a voice that is deeper than normal. I squint through the last of my blurry vision and realize that his golden human eyes aren't apparent. His eyes are now slitted and the color runs like a golden river. I find them confusing but it doesn't stop my tirade. "I took nothing wrong. I felt how your body stiffened when he wanted to know where I was from. I saw the panicked look on your face when you couldn't answer." I yell as I step closer.