Doctor Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I decided to follow him and see what he does. *Damian* I decided to go for a walk and clear my head after Drago had decided to show himself to me. I can’t believe I’m a demon! But I don’t feel like a demon. Everyone believes that demons are evil but I don’t feel evil, I feel like a normal human being. But I knew demons had powers and I had to think back to my childhood to see if I had these powers but unfortunately I have amnesia. I needed to test myself! I needed to know!

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

Although 'D' only called for a meeting twice, since their rise, which was four years ago, in both the meeting's two were headshot and all the other members were scared to their bones by the brutality of 'D'. Though all the matters were handled by 'Shadow' a.k.a. second brother, who people think, as an easy-going. But, is more vicious than the 'Dark Lord' a.k.a. first brother. 'D' can be dear, danger, death. First they smilingly send a message to stop what is off their rules, second comes the threat, even if continued, only death will be the last thing. Well, a slow painful death that just by thinking would send shivers down the bones.

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s

She guessed they were the patient's bodyguards. "The patient must be a VIP," She heard Sara mutter behind her. Dr Dion found her; giving her a stern glare even though he didn't mean to. That's just the way he looked when there is a serious case. "The patient is Lucifer Camphell. The CEO of the Camphell Enterprises," Dr Dion explained hurriedly. "If we fail then we are dead, so no mistakes should be made. Understood?" Dr Charles ordered scanning everyone with his blaring eyes.

He looked demonic—his hair was wild, his eyes were solid charcoal, and the silver marks on his chest were bleeding light. ​"Step away from her," Julian growled, the sound echoing like a mountain collapsing. ​"You're too late, Valerius!" Silas screamed, waving his hand. ​A dozen shadow-sentinels, the same ghosts from the Sixth Life, rose from the floor. They didn't have weapons; they were made of the same guilt that the Sin-Eaters fed on. ​"I'm not the Doctor anymore, Silas," Julian said, his voice dropping into a register that made the cathedral stones weep. "I'm the one who remembers why the First Life ended."

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

The demon was now on its knees, all the strength it had probably drained by the silver in its body. We looked at each other and nodded. Moving at the same time, we charged at the demon, swords ready. "No, wait..." The creature said, but we slashed at it from both sides. It squealed even louder and we Syberus slashed at its back. "No, you wretches. You do not know what you—" "Save it," I said as I stabbed my sword through the left side of its back, where the heart was. It squealed even louder and I saw as the skin on its arms started to blister and burn. It was dying, it would die. The souls of our parents and all the others it had killed will finally come to rest. I wanted to watch it suffer

Boom! The sword and the hammer collided. Instantly, a massive black hole appeared in the void. However, the black hole did not spread and was gone very soon. During the collision, the power of the Dark Wellspring inside James’ body surged forth and entered the Demon-Slayer Sword. Quasimodo was sent flying and spurted out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, he was contaminated by Dark Power. Under the corrosion of Dark Power, cracks began to appear on his body even though he was a Terra Ancestral God. Upon seeing this, Yermolai made his move. He gathered the power of ten Paths to form a powerful energy storm.

At the confines of Silverwood, deep in the ancient mountains, Deimon sat motionless in the Lazarus healing bath — an ancient Crescent jacuzzi fed by a mysterious underground source that healed and restored the body in ways no living healer could fully explain. Steam curled from its surface. Deimon's own breaths came heavy, whimpering in silence, like a man enduring a pain too deep and too shameful to voice. The ailment had taken a heavy toll on him. The most potent healers in his clan, even Madam Edith, couldn't diagnose what was truly wrong. Strange heartaches, periodic blackouts, schizophrenic episodes that came and went like a tide with no moon to answer to — Deimon was losing it, and the