Douma Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

He pointed at one of his generals while announcing. Lynn and everyone from the Great Emerald Empire were momentarily stunned. Yuria Morgan? The great general of the Sky Demon Kingdom? What was going on? The referee in the arena said, "Next up is Yuria Morgan from the Sky Demon Army. She will be fighting Dorian Weaver." There was a commotion in the Path Seeking Sect when they heard the name. Everyone was curious what Yuria, the Sky Demon, would look like. It was time to fight back, and everyone was even more confident when Dorian combined the Extreme Sword Intent and the Universal Sword Domain.

Defeated by the Godhead himself, thrown into Hell, and now reborn through Lucifer’s vengeance. “This is it,” Dougal calls. “Let’s go!” Maeve answers. Maeve takes Azazel. Dougal charges Ramiel. Win and I? We go for the lizard. Dagon is a walking nightmare—upright reptilian body, weird beard, talons, and all. He fights with teeth and claws, no weapons, but he’s fast. We come at him from both sides—Win on the right, me on the left—swords and axes flying.

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This

“Still haven’t learned to leash your pet, I see.” Damon’s hands drop from my face like I’ve burned him. He turns, slow, controlled, but I see the way his fingers flex, the way his shoulders tense. “Donn.” Damon growls. “Reaper.” Donn’s smirk is audible. “Here to collect a soul, or just admire the view?” I finally look.

“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.

We have a lovely chat until one of the servants tells me Thanatos’ sister Athena wants to meet the breeder. Faith and I exchange looks, like good luck with her. I walk out and stand near the dining room table. I see Thanatos smile again. His sister has a scowl. “You picked that thing to be your breeder? Honestly, brother, I can find someone for you far more attractive.” Stella growls, and everything on the table moves slightly. Stella is displeased; however, I won’t let her kill his annoying sister. “Oh, she’s a demon wolf, which means your grandchild will be a demon wolf. I guess getting a demon wolf is worth the drop in looks.” Athena says.

He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment. It was the second that I reached Giovanni that my eyes widened when I saw a demon colliding with him, the two of them clashing against one another as if they were more than just ready for this. Damon came for anger. He came to get his rage and his revenge. The ground shook beneath their clash, claws on steel, fury meeting calm cruelty. Anger, meeting, hate. Everything. Enemies, war, rage, everything collided into this simple moment. I knew that Ethan saw this. I knew that he wanted to go to her, but he was also rushing towards Giovanni. He was not go

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.