Doma Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

“I’ve come to ask your forgiveness, and that you allow me to mate with the Valkyrie again. I offer you my daughter as a truce.” The nude Demon smiled and began walking toward us, his cock bobbing, half erect, I felt myself catching fire and didn’t fight it. “You offer me your flesh and blood so willingly, and look, she burns like a Demon.” “It appears to be the only Demon trait that she has inherited. I’ve seen lightning strike multiple times around her in the last few weeks that I’ve been following her. She takes more after her mother,” Darius said, easily resisting my drugged struggles.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

On the opposite end of the deck, Dominic walked out into the open air. He had removed his upper body armor entirely, standing bare-chested in the arctic orbital draft. His massive, heavily muscled torso was covered in dark meteor-steel runes that glowed with a faint, void-black light. In his right hand, he held his massive runic obsidian blade, its edge resting casually against his shoulder. His void wings were fully unfurled behind him, spreading twenty feet wide, casting a terrifying silhouette against the backdrop of the planet below. Up on the observation balcony overlooking the deck, Clara stood behind reinforced blast glass, supported by Valerie and Marcus. She held her baby close, her

However, he was halted instantly by the invisible barrier, which was powerful enough to force Alexander further away from home. He placed his palm on the surface as his power erupted, sending deep cracks across the ground. Alexander instantly shot off like a lightning ray and entered the home as the barrier that had been there vanished. “Isabella!” “Bella!!” Alexander screamed. He went up to Bella's room but found neither her nor any mess, indicating that Bella had not taken the stairs. His wrath erupted from his body, shattering everything in its path as he morphed into a demon with two large horns, his mouth releasing steam. Satan closed his eyes and called Lucifer and the Reaper to him.

Her mother flinched in her father's arms as the Alpha growled after catching a faint mark on the angry woman's face. "Throw them out!" Her father tried to apologize or smoother down the things but they were thrown out eventually leaving the mates behind alone with room. Dante sighed knowing very well how angry and sad she must be right now, he stepped in her without his guards up and before he knew the woman already had raised her hand landing a hard slap across his face. For an omega she knew how to slap well.

“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.” Zayla’s eyes widened. “And… was there a way to stop it?” “Yes,” the woman replied, nodding once. “But it demanded the painter’s gift. Her late mother belonged to a rare clan, artists whose drawings were not mere images, but vessels of power. Their art could bind, awaken… even imprison.” She paused, staring into the fire. “Most in her mother’s bloodline could bring life into their creations. The painter, however, never believed she possessed such power.”

I feel her trying to free herself from my arms, but I tighten them even more. -Damon, let me go, she says annoyed. -Only if you promise to have sex with me after you finish talking on the phone, I say, not bothering to open my eyes. -Damon... -Promise! -Fine, she says exasperated. -Do I get a kiss too? I ask like a child. -No, she replies, managing to get out of my arms. Because I know what that kiss will turn into if I give it to you, she continues.

she said sharply, her voice laced with venom. I stepped closer, my voice low but razor-sharp. “Why? You planning to attack me again? Just like you did at the Luna Summit?” Her eyes widened briefly in shock before narrowing in rage. I’d hit the mark. She turned on her heel and stormed off, her Omegas scrambling to follow. And then I saw him. Dominic. Leaning against the black car, arms crossed, the golden sunset painting his white shirt in warm hues. He looked like a god carved from light—untouchable, magnetic. Any she-wolf would’ve swooned at the sight of him.