Douma Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

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.

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 place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

check the status! Species: Lesser Demon(20/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Aura: lesser Exp:120/5000 HP:820 CON:80 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:104 STR:50 (1 STR= 2ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP)

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

I told her not to go beyond the boundary just like I told you and Vale. “What happened to her?” asked Lena. “She stood at the edge of the world and said that the monsters called to her and she followed.” Replied Kariya. The monster you saw with long hair, that was Moiria.” “Oh, my god, your wife became the Doom Dimension Devil, I’m so sorry.” Said Lena dropping her head. “That is why I keep a tracker on you and Vale.” “Hey I got the sword though.” Said Lena holding up the Doom Giver.

Reapers have tricks beyond death. A shimmer of shadow wrapped around my fingers. In seconds, all three collapsed like puppets with cut strings. I rushed down the hall, following the cold pull of energy that always led me to dying souls. The door to the bathroom was ajar. Inside, my heart stopped. She was drowning. Her head was shoved beneath the water, limbs flailing weakly. The man holding her didn’t even flinch. “Let her go,” I said calmly, stepping into the doorway. He didn’t listen.

Adversary II From the shadows, a figure sprang into action. Lupa, her eyes gleaming with determination, hurled herself at the demon. She drew upon her water powers, summoning streams of liquid from the nearby fire hydrants. The water surged and swirled around her, forming a dense fog that enveloped the street. The demon thrashed and howled, disoriented by the sudden mist. Lupa used the cover to her advantage, guiding Tara and the woman away from the immediate danger. Claud, though weakened, managed to stagger after them, his senses dulled but his resolve unbroken.

She raised a hand, shunning him, and turned around, fumbling for the door knob. "Elle wait--" She slammed the door and Damien growled out his frustration. Great. Just great. ******** Jasmine slipped on the cool mask and strolled out, adjusting the hood over her head. It was quite easy to fool them. Fool Alex. With just a few words and sweet innocent smiles, they believed her to be one of them. Loyal to their miserable pack. She slipped her daggers into her belt and pulled the black gloves back to rest around her fingers perfectly. She considered going back to clean the knives but she shrugged. It wasn't as if the dead would mind if she used an unclean blade.