Doctor Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Brown felt uncomfortable with this shrill sound, he frowned slightly and covered his ears. “In this world, what I hate most is the cry of a girl, especially the cry of a demon girl. That's right, I'm not Dr. Brown, and I'm not your Brownie. I also have no interest in the love story of the two of you, so if you touch someone I care about, you should determine that your front is the road of death and there is no chance of reincarnation.” Dr. Brown threatened. “Are you a magician or a pastor. Are you the demon slayer that everyone talks about? There are no demon's aura on your body, and you're not human either. After all, what are you?" The female demon saw Brown's face and started to get a lit

I doubt that he’s even paying attention to the show, that is, until the news decided to show up on screen from yesterday’s attack. “...faulty examination, as there was a demon that possessed one of the sponsors, Mr. Grimoire Delazeir. Professionals said that it was a rank B demon because it could take over and control its victims. Fortunately, one of the hunters in the venue is Logan Winters, who single handedly defeated the demon.” I did not miss how Logan’s expression changes when the reporter mentions his name. “For someone who killed the demon, you don’t seem happy like you used to. You’re not even boasting about how you killed it.” I try to joke to lighten the mood, but it seemed like L

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

And he did so. “Aralyn, I will take off your handcuffs now to enable you to eat. Trust is a two-way road. Can I trust you?“. I nodded my head, and he did as promised. I sat upright and finished the meal with lord-knows-what-kind of the demon in silence. The silence was pleasant, unlike the plans that unfolded in my head. I almost felt sorry for demon-doctor-shaman-healer whatsoever, guy. Speaking of which, why do all of them look so hot, goddammit? Shouldn’t demons look like humpbacks with ulcers and horns and, I don’t know, that kind of crap? Apart from their shitty personalities, all of them were well-built and muscled with faces like they were deities and not evil-to-the-core-demons. This

She wanted to know how long they could do that, and she was going to find out even if that meant she would die doing it. “Oh, don’t bother.” The doctor whispered as he grabbed Megan’s hand. “Megan what they hell was that?” Groaned Dr. Struggles trying to fight to live. “Doctor, you would never believe me. But here it goes, it was a demon. Can you tell me who it was serching for in the files?” She asked. “Sage Blackwater. She has what he wants.” The Doctor lay on the cold white hospital floor. His white jacket slowly became red inch by inch as the blood began to pool underneath him.

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.

I didn’t let him up. “Lie down. They’re dead.” He didn’t seem to believe me, even if I was in my demon form. “I won’t touch you, I swear.” That didn’t help either. A slap, however, turned out to have truly mesmerizing healing properties, and a gleam of intelligence appeared in his eyes. I repeated everything, pausing between words. “The templars are dead. You’re alive. I will leave soon, and you’ll stay here. Don’t tell anybody, and everything will be fine.”

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

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.

I know I’m not from Moonlit only by marriage, which had been annulled ever since Asher sold me at the auction. He took a slow step forward, his eyes cold. “And yet, here you are. Healing him. Getting close. Unlocking something in him no one else has.” I shook my head, stepping back. “Slade’s feelings aren’t because of me. They’re because he’s still a person beneath all that pain. He chose to trust me.” Damon’s gaze hardened. “Exactly. And that’s the problem.” Before I could reply, he turned and left the room without another word, slamming the door behind him.