Doma Demon Slayer Fanart Novels & Stories

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

The walls were spotless and had art of famous Tangent battles on them and the ceiling was incredibly high with expensive chandeliers hanging from it a few feet apart which gave the black marble floor beneath his feet an ethereal gleam. His walk was interrupted as he came to a stop to look at his favorite depiction of a Tangent battle, the name of the piece was “Pure Dominance” A little intense, but he liked it. The piece was of a famous Hero named The Dominator, she wore her trademark horned helm with a skin tight light armor bodysuit, all jetblack and her bladed whip called Aggressors Wrath that glowed with brilliantly violent power.

He became her escape 2-3 times a week and it was going great, until the night they added a third. Having little confidence and opportunity to give into her love of the female body, she thoroughly enjoyed her night with the woman her dom had chosen for them. By the end of the night she was on cloud nine, wedged between her two lovers and falling into a dreamland that held more pleasure than she could ever hope to have. The first time she half awoke, she thought it was a dream, when it was in fact her dom and their lover of the night having an argument. She hadn’t thought anything of it until a sudden vision of her dead ex appeared in her dreams once she fell back to sleep. One second she was

she smiled, and I chuckled. "Yeah, I have met him before." I joked, and she leaned into my touch. "Over there are: Arman and Ava, you met them when we visited the Dragon Vault." She said, and I nodded. I knew I had met them before, but somehow I couldn´t pinpoint where... "Dom and Aisling, he is the Demon King, and his Queen is Uncle Arran´s daughter -dragon-" she said, and I nodded, trying to get all the details in.

Their stares were piercing into each other like they were in a battle. Clairra could release her arrow and let it fly into the demon’s heart but she sure knows how fast he can dodge it. Love? How does this demon even know that word? Demons don’t know how to love! All they do is fight each other, betray each other for the throne, trying to conquer the world they live in! “I will ask for the last time, demon, who are you?” The intention to shoot her arrow was obviously written in Clairra’s face and there was no other thing a demon likes but to play games and keep your fire growing. He looks up grinning at her.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

She said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her pictures. "Wow, you're right! He is a copy of Domi, so handsome!" Arte said with a giggle as she took in the sun-kissed skin, chocolate brown hair and those burgundy eyes that she knew so well. "He has your lips, though", Arte said, pointing them out to Emma "Domi has such a blank face so often, he's flattened his lips. I'm certain of it", she joked. The sound of Emma breaking out into a full belly laugh was like music to Arte's ears.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I've never been so far away from home like this. I went beneath my bed to get the writing materials that I hid there. I first thought of writing to Damion and asking how this were going at home but I know Damion, he won't appreciate the frienzie. I know all he want to hear from me is about the Demon Alpha. I don't have anything yet but right now I'm promising myself to stop getting familiar and get to work. But still I want to write to Damion, just to hear from him. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".