Demon Slayer X Reader Novels & Stories

It was a long story, but Arabelle and I ended up being brutally slain by a group of unknown assailants. When I woke up reincarnated in a new body, I was a child once more. Only that this time, I wasn’t any normal child. I was Xizramon, nicknamed Sin by Vernod himself. I developed into a full-fledged demon, earning praise from all monsters at my side. I sincerely believed that the gods had granted me another chance at life to be reincarnated as the Demon CEO, as the others enjoyed nicknaming me. If not for me to be reunited with Arabelle, then for what other reason was I given rebirth?

Channon asks. "No. She's a half demon and half human but, demons like them are acting like vampires that craves blood when the time comes." Aitan explained. "What?!" They all exclaimed and Alexis grabs Aitan's hand again and when she's going to suck his fingers again Don arrived. "What the hell are you doing?!" He screamed and the waiters got shocked and tried their best not to let the trays fall down on the floor. "Damn." Don exclaimed then puts his hand on his face in frustration. The waiters put all the foods on the table.

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

He glanced at Dennis before fixing his gaze on Aleah, his expression unreadable. Cold Demon Alpha, Aleah thought to herself, her heart conflicted. At times, Hunter could be so tender, making her chest ache with something indescribable. Yet at other times, his horns seemed to emerge—sharp and unyielding—cutting through to the painful truth no matter who got hurt. And as much as she wanted to argue, she knew he was right.

“You think you can defeat us that easily? You underestimate the power of our bond.” Elara chuckles darkly, her gaze fixed on Xander as she taunts him with her words. “Ah, Xander, always so confident,” she sneers, her voice laced with malice. “But your precious bond won't save you this time. I've drained enough of your power to ensure that.” Xander's jaw clenches with determination as he raises his hand, summoning his own power to confront Elara head-on. “We'll see about that,” he retorts, his voice tinged with defiance as he unleashes a wave of energy towards her.

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

Frozen. “Enough.”, came X’s voice. The harbingers begin to stretch and they are drawn back to where X is covered by the hordes of behemoth harbingers. They too, start contorting strangely until they turn I to tiny strands of black that spirals into X’s hand to form an orb. X regarded the orb with disgust as the large orb around us gets torn and converted into the same black string that entered into the white glowing orb. He closed his hand and a white glowing sword extended from his closed palm. Kaymaer disappeared again, trying to attack from X’s blind spot. He appeared behind X and was about to run his hand through his chest, when X slashed the air in front of him and Kaymaer fell back, re

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

[Hi readers, my new book ^^SLAYER OF THE DEMON RACE^^ is a step away from being contracted. Please wish me luck on this one so that I can bang exclusive... meanwhile this is a chapter dedicated to me. Heehe, I know am weird dedicating it to me but I have been a bit lazy for this chapter but still, enjoy.]