Drum Demon Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

Marcia screamed, tears brimming her eyes again, leaning over Ulna, looking, listening and feeling desperately for signs of life. “He feels the body alive, but the beast’s mind has left, but cannot continue on through the fade until Rex stops keeping the shell on the brink. I know what death looks like stupid girl, I know better than anyone,” Sküülen replied, backhanding Marcia, her usual chirpy voice changing to a darker and more sinister one. “Because you’re a f**king demon!” Lacey shouted, her sword coming to the ready. “I am many things, but a demon I am not, I am Sküülen, daughter to Mors.”

If I didn't see Damion stabbing me with a knife, I will see a woman chanting and trying to drain all my blood. These dreams were so real and painful. I cried out in pain most times. I was begging Damion to stop stabbing me that I don't want to die. But then he won't listen. He kept telling me he is sorry that he didn't have a choice. That I don't understand. Is anyone threatening him to kill me? Or is the demon Alpha controlling him to submit to him by proving his loyalty, he has to kill me. All these was really confusing to me. I just don't want to die. I want to survive.

The past. The high-ranked demon and his minions launched a ferocious attack on the young Damon, their swords clashing in a deadly symphony. Damon drew out his own sword, its blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. With a fierce battle cry, he charged into the fray, his sword slicing through the demons with deadly precision. "Ahh!" he screamed, dodging multiple attacks with an agility that belied his youth. His sword flashed in the dim light, striking down one demon after another. But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

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.

“Demi, get down!” Drake screamed, and I immediately leaned down as low as I could, resisting the urge to cover my head with my hands because I wasn’t done healing Tanner. I need to keep my hands on his chest until I know he is healed enough to live at least. A big stone pillar came flying over my head, crashing into the building beside me. Stone fragments and dust exploded into the air. Sparing a quick glance towards Drake, I can tell he is growing tired, but the look of determination tells me that he is loving this. Demons are weird, they feed off chaos. I find myself being thankful that he followed me here.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

"Why?" "This Snow Demon targets Summoners. It buries itself in the snow, using the victim of it's last kill to set up a trap to lure unsuspecting people to it. Because it only killed Summoner's, it was able to use the remnants of ones power to turn the last corpse into something else. If someone was walking by, it would see what appeared to be a loved one in danger, but it would just be a trap." "That's terrifying," I shudder. It's a cruel reminder that Tani after often not innocent, but can be cruel and disturbing.