Douma Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

he said. Just then I heard Ethane's voice in my head for the first time. "Rosey over here in the demon world we don't call them judges but Nomanos, we also refer to the book as the cava. And we don't call them lawyers but somun. And the demon that held the cava for us to take the oath is known as the Mediac, okay?" How was he able to speak in my head? Okay this is something I'm sure demons can't do, yes they can manipulate humans but they don't speak in their head.

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

He pushed me hard, and I fell to the ground. Looking up, I noticed a man standing before me; he was huge, with pure white hair and completely black eyes. He was the scariest and most imposing creature I had ever seen. I knew who he was even by a single glance. This was Vox, the Demon Overlord, and he was in this pack. He walked past me like I wasn’t even there. “Did you do as I told you?” he asked Daemon, his voice calm and yet threatening. “I did.”

One of the rogues was attacked, flying into the air, feeling very weak. The other tried to bite my leg but I kicked him so hard he crashed into the corner. Cassandra recovered and jumped at me again. “Those b*st*rd pups don’t belong here! Neither do you! Get out of here!” I grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off the ground. “They are my pups and for me, I am done being weak.” Before I could finish dealing with her, Damon had burst through the door. His eyes sipp everything in. My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently.

My double-wolf lept on him before he could reach Stormy, sending him to the floor. My girls whimpered from the burn, the agony radiating to me. Dora couldn’t heal us again, she was too worn-out for that, I felt her dwindling energy in my mind. But they kept going, pouncing on another advancing demon. Ducking fire attacks from both sides, my girls dove on the demon's chest, clawing at his neck. We pinned him to the ground, biting the life out of him as another demon approached. Another demon invaded our space, ready to fire but my wolf’s powerful hind legs sent him feet away, straight to the light. Burn, bitch, burn!

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.

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.