Doma Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

“You’re not human, and you’re not a werewolf… what are you?” “A demon,” Sloth answered, smiling lazily. “You brought a demon into our home?” Luna Stella snapped, her voice cutting through the room like glass. Her disgusted glare never left me, as if I were to blame for his presence. “Damien really does surround himself with dangerous things.” The Alpha’s hand pressed lightly against her arm, urging her to sit. “And why are you here?” he asked Sloth evenly. “I answer to no one but Damien,” Sloth said without interest.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

and here I was thinking that demons were supposed to be ugly. "This is my mate and mother of my child, Talia." Leo smiled in my direction. Wow. Demons can smile. Judging from the faces of Dean and Lukas it was difficult to predict anything about demons. They both carried themself with a stoic expression on their faces. "And Talia..." His eyes dug into my skin. A shiver ran down my spine at the way my name rolled out of his lips. "This is my best friend, Leo. He will be staying in this mansion for a few days"

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"Annie, I always tell you to focus on your studies! This werewolf of a thing has brought nothing to you but trouble. You're even causing a problem for me, too. Damon please, I apologize for my daughter's behavior. Just don't hurt her." Damon sneered, his eyes flashing cold and wild. "I don't hurt Omegas, Mrs. Scarlett. I banish them. Annie, you have an hour to get ready and leave the premises of the pack's territory. If I see you here after that, my Betas will make sure you leave in pieces." "But this is our home…" I cried, desperate. "It's a house on pack land," he said, his voice very flat. "It belongs to the pack. Now, get out."

“G-Got in her f-face and c-called her m-mean n-names.” “There not mean if they’re true, doll! Plus, she had no right to bully a little cutie like you!” Grayson said, sending her a wink. I fought back a scowl, knowing that he didn’t mean anything by the wink. Grayson was naturally a friendly person. Something that never bothered me as much as it does now since its towards my mate. My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

This was my first time venturing beyond the confines of my quarters since being brought to this imposing mansion as a captive from my pack. The sprawling mansion was a labyrinth, and I could easily get lost in its vast corridors and for the first time I was grateful for the vampire guards who guided me, providing directions whenever I needed them. As I walked, a stunning painting on the wall caught my attention, and I paused to admire it. The artwork depicted three individuals: Damian, Tristan, and a beautiful woman with fiery red hair that matched mine. I didn't recognize her, but a sense of curiosity piqued my interest.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

My gaze moved to the splattered blood of Annalise which started forming into silhouettes. The woman smirked, as those silhouettes attacked me all at once.I grunt in discomfort, using my shadows to fight them but they are stronger than me. How is this possible? "Finally this bitch is useful for me" The woman laughed. More silhouette started forming from Annalise's blood and it was getting out of hand to keep up with the defense. So I instead focused on the woman. I stared into the woman's eyes and snapped my fingers, using one of the strongest strength of the demon.