Doma From Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Alpha Jace was the only father figure that Damian ever knew, and I knew that Damian grasped onto him, desperately wanting a father in his life. The door to my bedroom at that moment swung open, and Dom stood in the doorway staring at me, with the look of anger in his eyes, something I wasn’t ever used to seeing before from him to me. “Ms. Caroline, I need a word alone with Luna Katrina.” He said through gritted teeth, making me realize that something had angered him, and whatever it was, it wasn’t good, especially since he called me Luna Katrina.

If only she knew. Looking up, she realized that it was starting to get dark and she must return home. Serena or rather Aria her wolf ran back home and saw that the door was opened by her brother as he stood there at the doorway talking to probably one of his admirers, not intention of sounding jealous or whatever. Who would be jealous of being hounded by the opposite sex anyway? She trotted up and seemingly in a teasing way collided with her dear brother, Damon. She shouted “SORRY! Brother”, over her shoulder as she ran straight to her room after her small act of mischief.

"Dominic! Dominic! Dominic! Dominic!" Dominic appeared from a narrow passage, and stopped at the sight in front of him. "What in the world?" "Dominic! Dominic! Dominic!" She continued stomping and chanting, unaware that Dominic was now in the room. He walked over to her and shook her by the shoulders. "Are you out of your mind?" He shouted at her. Isabella opened her eyes and tried to catch her breath. "Oh you here, finally." She put her hands on her hips.

As the dense dust cloud slowly settled, the cultist vanguard ground to a sudden, stunned halt. Standing in the center of the narrow canyon, blocking their path entirely, was a single towering warrior. Dom stood tall, his dark hair whipping in the canyon draft, his swirling golden-violet eyes blazing like twin suns in the dark. He drew his twin short-swords in a fluid, sweeping arc. The blades erupted into roaring flames of white-gold light, illuminating the narrow canyon walls. "By order of the Twin Realms," Dom’s broad baritone echoed off the canyon stone, carrying the terrifying, double-toned roar of a prime Alpha warlord, "this pass is closed."

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Chapter Seventy-Seven “Wait, that’s not Abby.” The soft feminine voice said as Sin handed me to Marcus. “This is my mate Amelia.” Marcus said as he strode forward. “That’s a demon, call Sam and Stolas.” The woman snarled and I peeked her way as she pushed blonde hair out of her eyes. “Close your eyes Amelia, I’ve got you.” Marcus ordered and I let my eyes slip closed as he walked quickly into the pack house.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

“Simply just letting you know how thoroughly you’ve all danced to my tune.” He looked Harold in the eye. “That Omega mistress that you harbored and used for your pleasure while keeping her as a servant,” Domanek said, “was also the mistress responsible for my sister's unfortunate death. And I had sworn to end her too after I left Moonlit.” Harold’s face froze. Liam seemed baffled. “What Omega mistress?” My heart lurched because I knew who he was talking about. Domanek lifted his chin proudly. “Rowland’s mistress too of course. Samantha.”

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"