Demon Slayer Yahaba Novels & Stories

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

It was tiring, so tiring to be scared and hopeless all the time. How did she find her? For all she knew, Klaus's guards were stationed outside the room! Shit! The woman threw her head back, a mocking laughter escaped her lips. "You do not have to look so shocked, darling. I am a demon, remember? I can appear invisible, and make myself visible to both humans and demons whenever and however I please. Cheer up, you haven't seen a ghost…yet." As Arabella's eyes dropped to the woman's hands, she found a knife in her right, and a bag in her left. Her throat ran dry. Bile rose up from her stomach to her throat, before her eyes widened as she glared at her.

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

With a sigh louder than that of a screaming demon, he rose from his huge throne, he walked down the stairs of his throne of skulls, with his eyes on the gate of hell which he could see from where he was. “Master.” His right-hand Demon bowed to him in shock and wary on his face though he tried his best to scrape the look off his face he could not avoid the fact he was the one who stood in the gap for Lucifer when he was on earth protecting the girl he assumes is Eve’s reincarnation.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

I couldn’t do anything because it was the truth. The Pazuzu unfurled its wings then, blotting out the red moonlight filtering through the cracks. Its claws reached for my daughter, jaws open in a screech that rattled the stone. “Kill her,” Bahar ordered, her voice low, delighted. The demonic pazuz lunged. Manolya’s scream split the air, but even as Pazuzu’s claws closed in, her hand dove into her pocket. She flung the nightshade sphere with all her strength.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Yahya materialized in front of them. Yahya was the lady who healed Moria in the dungeon. She was a priest and a dryad in origin. Using her attribute that belongs to the natural category her specialty lies in purification and healing at the same time. Lalia nodded at her, and they turned their gaze to their contracted master. Waiting for the orders they shall receive. “The second Milieus Executive is surely a Black mahò user so Yahya will be an effective opponent with her, in terms of strength we can manage for sure, no need to worry Johann,” Lalia confidently stated.

I saw the Lycan drape a cloak around her shoulders before she went upstairs. And I was fucking grateful. I tore through two more of Yahir’s warriors, forcing my way toward him. He was fighting Sibad—the master of ceremonies—trying to push past him to escape. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” I snarled, yanking Yahir back by the collar and slamming my fist into his face. Blood splattered across the floor. “The… the Demon… the wolf Demon!” Sibad stammered as he dropped to his knees.

Aym flicked his tail and set to grooming himself. Anya paled. “A Goetic lord? From the Lesser Key of Solomon?” She looked to Baba Yaga for help. “But I was supposed to summon a lesser demon, an imp. Not something powerful! How did I land a duke of Hell?” Baba Yaga shrugged, an arcane smile on her chapped hairy lips. “You are more powerful than I thought. Aym! What in Chernobog's name are you doing in my hut? In the form of a cat, no less?”