Fanart Demon Slayer Nezuko นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lucas waved to Shanez. The fourth elder of Aqua Nimbus Organization got disgruntled when he saw the scene. "Lucas the Demon, I'd love to see just how scary you are!" Then, Shanez charged toward Lucas with his palm at a very fast speed. However, just before Shanez's palm could strike on Lucas' body, he was sent flying away and crashed hard on the ground. "How is this possible?" Shanez was stunned and could not believe his eyes. 'I can't even take in one attack from Lucas the Demon?'

Still, in his calm looks Negato slit Kaito's throat, and sent his head flying, it was so fast even for eyes to see, the head landed on the bossy Yukimura, that was now jolted out of his good time, quickly his ladies ran away but he couldn't, he has never experienced such like this, Nagato wasn't holding on to a knife or sword so how did this happen? Nagato then transformed, his body was itching him to turn, he was able to harness the darkness in him and his pact demon so both of them were able to merge. Nagato turned into a demon with two horns and a tail, he was ten-foot-tall and was emitting a dark fog that was swirling around him, making his appearance very terrifying for an eye to gaze u

~Aspen After a couple of hours, Atari comes down to the cells to taunt us. The moment she comes into view, I know what I need to do, and I know that I don't feel bad about it. If she kills all Demon's, she's killing herself anyways, so I may as well be the one to do it if it means saving everyone else. “Have you all accepted your fate?” She questions, amusement tripping off each word. From across the cell, I can practically feel the anger seeping off Keo.

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

We all did. "I was just going to -" "I said enough." She clamped her mouth shut, her eyes blazing with fury as they darted between his deathly calm face and my less composed one. "You're making a mistake," she said, tossing her knife and fork onto her plate. "She's the devil in sheep's clothing and she's going to ruin you." He got to his feet, fast and fluid. "Boys," he said, acknowledging them as he kept eye contact with June, "It's past my bedtime. Fayle?"

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Blood splattered all around. After the Sword Lights had finished attacking Xanthakos, a terrifying skeleton appeared in the void. It was half black and half white. Amidst the sounds, the skeleton slowly raised its head. “James, it seems that I have really underestimated you. “But do you really think that you will be my opponent just because you hold the Demon-Slayer Sword?” Then, Xanthakos extended his skeleton arms. A mysterious gray Vital Energy exuded from his body. He turned into countless skeletons and headed toward the gray clouds above him.

We keep on walking far away from any human life and enter the forest, name after a demon warrior who slayed thousands of human army’s during the many wars between both realms. Deamartos. Not many know about this place. And if you do come upon it, there isn’t any chance you’ll be leaving. If you are a human that is. The deeper we go in, the colder it gets and the mist is so thick water droplets drip down my face and neck. Chyne gets closer to me and the fog starts to creep in more and more. She starts to hug herself and look around. “What is this place?” It’s barely a whisper and if I didn’t have super-hearing I wouldn’t have heard it. I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her

Thalia’s hands tremble faintly, her face serene but strained, as the gold weaves into an intricate pattern over Amara, protective and binding. Without warning, the edge of the circle ripples—a shadow falling across the grass, swallowing the starlight. A figure steps into view, emerging from nothing and everywhere at once. She is breathtaking: tall, robed in midnight, eyes gleaming with the reflected light of a thousand hidden moons. Her features shift even as the group watches—one moment impossibly young and radiant, the next, motherly and comforting, then ancient, lines of wisdom scored deep and eternal. The visitor’s hair changes hue with each heartbeat: black as crow’s wings, silver as da

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.