Doctor Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Demonslayer burned brighter than ever, its holy flames surging like a star as he drove the blade into Jezebel’s gut. She clutched at him, gurgling a final curse. With a savage twist of the sword, Scott turned the tide. Jezebel exploded in a violent burst of red light, a shockwave of demonic energy blasting outward. Scott was thrown across the room, hitting the floor hard. Smoke and fire poured through the cracked ceiling. He coughed, staggered to his feet, and sprinted toward the mirror one last time. With a cry of defiance, he drove Demonslayer into the ornate frame.

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

Old habits die hard. Demons rarely ever sweat, but when they do, it’s terrible. And nasty. And everything but pleasant. It’s like water finally breaking out of a dam- from a trickle slipping through cracks to a deluge of transparent fluids that can be mistaken for water if not for their accompanying smell. If it is that bad for the average demon, what would you say about a demon physician, especially one of his size who is constantly exposed to less-than-ideal conditions?

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

They would constantly project powerful monsters or divine beasts. Shale was one of the Five Major Demon Saints, he was perfect as a subject for projection. However, Shale had been weak enough to lose to Chase. Was he still worth being a subject for projection? Fallon had to figure this out.

“The shadow could only be one thing—” “A demon,” Nolan said. “Its power relies on darkness, its evil intentions and aura… the vulnerability to anything holy. Were you bleeding when you stabbed Sebastian?” Nolan continued. “Well… it was after they began sacrificing me to the altar so I am dripping with blood,” Veronica responded, still lost.

“I didn’t think there was anything real about them.” “I do not know whether their board worked or not,” Dominic replied. “But whether they actually summoned Lamashtu with the board does not really matter. Somehow, one or more of them might have provided the blood the demon needed to begin fashioning her reappearance.” “Unfortunately,” Ralin said, “none of this gets us any closer to figuring out how to beat her.” “I know,” Leesa acknowledged, “but it’s another piece of the puzzle. Every piece we find gets us closer to seeing the whole picture.” She turned back to the computer. “Let me get back to researching Lamashtu and demons in general.”

Damon’s POV Damon Montague sat across from Harrison Kendrick, his eyes locked on the older man's face. Kendrick's expression was calm, but Damon could see the tension in his shoulders. "So, Mr. Kendrick," Damon said, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand you're looking to make a deal." Kendrick nodded, his eyes narrowing. "I am. I want to expand my business, and I need your help to do it." Damon leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm listening."

Alex felt his body being lifted off the ground as a dark aura surrounded him. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. His eyes turned red, his muscles bulged, and his skin began to ripple and change, taking on a dark hue. He felt an incredible surge of power coursing through his veins, and he began to convulse as the demon inside him grew more powerful. Alex was too shocked to even shout, and he watched in horror as his body began to transform. Alex tried to fight back to regain control of his body, but the demon was too powerful. It spoke to him, in a voice that was not his own, promising him untold powers and strength if he would just submit to it

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a