First Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

I yelp, pushing away from him as pain lances through me, the stinging sensation followed by a powerful burn, bright scarlet blood immediately flowing from the wound. Oliver looks triumphant. "See? Pure red blood." "You cut her?" Kastriv tenses, looking so stunned with shocked, watching the blood dribble down my wrists, my fingers and to the floor, where a small puddle is gathering. My quivering knees give out from under me, as I try to supress the waves of naseua that roll over me. "I have proven she is not a Demon," Oliver announces. Kastriv kneels down to my level. "You have proven nothing. That is an old tale that has been disproven numerous times. In fact, it was created by Demon's thems

“Ah! Yes, the games, indeed Carldeath. I am aware that Rodeath will be the one to represent your Clan, or am I wrong? The being called Carldeath smiled calculatingly, nodding his head. “This is true, my master. The strongest and deadliest female demon from the underworld will be representing our Clan in the games.” “Moriah!” I was shocked to hear his voice calling Moriah. I slowly rose and responded, “Yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. I looked around at the demons with fear and doubt, they looked at me with resentment and contempt, and I turned my fearful gaze to Armaloth and ended with “Master.”

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.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

She slowly transformed into a strange demon. "What the hell?!" Sophie was shocked "It was hard trying to fit in that body" she shook her head. "And secondly, you are not going to leave here until I allow you" she proclaimed. "You are a demon? Do you know what I am?" she chuckled with sarcasm. "They call you demon slayer. I was assigned to keep you out of the Manor. I didn't want to do it but there was another demon in the Manor right now. He has two missions, take some stones and kill you" the demon explained.

She stood tall with her orange staff, so full of darkness that you could see the black mist steaming from her staff. Noelle looked so different— so fierce. She didn't wear her glasses. Her hair was swaying and daring; her creamy white skin was covered by silver armor and she seemed to grow a few inches because she didn't look five foot one. Her wings were completely unscathed, and the purest form of white I've ever seen. And as I focused on their fight, I could see Noelle was bleeding. I looked at the ginger head, blood dripped from her mouth with a demonic smile. She wore a red triangle pendant and it dangled across her chest as they exchanged blows. Then, I remembered what Lucian told me w

His beautiful white hair...under the moonlight was the only thought in her head. The incident which occurred was mind wrecking, to say the least. A weak teenager like herself awakened a blessing. And most importantly, fought toe to toe with a demon. Although it might have been a low-level demon, she did well for a beginner. She was one step closer to her newfound goal, eliminating every single creature of hell. After the incident, Sarah wanted to question who the man was. They had coincidentally bumped into each other twice and on that same day, witnessed him kill a demon with hardly any effort at all.

Really bad. "No," she whispered. "Please tell me I'm wrong. Please tell me it's not her." "Mom?" I asked, feeling ice form in my stomach. "Who is she?" My mother sank into a chair, her hands trembling as she pressed them against her face. When she looked up, her eyes were haunted. "That woman is no ordinary ghost," she said quietly. "She's one of the original demons. One of the first to fall when Lucifer rebelled. Her name is Lyssa, and she is the demon of rage—of uncontrolled, consuming anger that drives people to madness and violence."

With her forefinger, she beckoned him to come. Like a wild and hungry animal, he sucked and licked her cunt as if it was the end of the world. Valencia pushed his head deeper between her thighs, moaning as he licked her sensitive spot. He increased his pace. By now, Valencia have already reached her sixth climax. Oh my God! She moaned. Her s@x slave was good! Good at pleasuring her and fulfilling her desires. Good at making her feel like a true woman. All these years, she has been fighting and hunting down demons. Her subordinates and fellow partners were all men. She was the only female demon Hunter who killed the most demons, this earning her respect and fear. She was brave and courageous