Hanako Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

V4 POV " I'm so sorry! I should have realized that it was an illusion!" Akari apologized over and over again. " It's alright! Don't sweat about it! But you were seriously good! I had a hard time keeping up with you! Right, Shin?" I reassured her as I patted her on her shoulder. " Yeah! You were awesome! A perfect balance of speed and strength. Tell me did Saki the Demon Slayer fight like that?! (A lot of crap about demon slayer technique)"

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

Grass and leaves whirl past me and I can feel droplets of rain hitting my face. "Where the hell did this come from?" Diana screams over the howling wind. I hear shouting and growling and turn around, my heart thudding in my chest. The demon stands a few meters away, a struggling angel in his grasp. I recognize the man almost instantly; every time I stood before the council he was there, guarding the man that ordered the death of my parents. His wrists and ankles are locked in chains and my eyes go wide as I look at the demon holding his throat. His eyes burn a fiery red and his tail lashes as he bares his fangs in a vicious snarl.

Jo shot over his shoulder as they got closer to the Vampires who seemed a bit surprised that the Guardian wasn’t going down. Jo shot another Vampire in the head twice, and the female bloodsucker fell backward, exploding into ash before she hit the ground. Zane took out another one as well, and then they were fighting for the same real estate. As much as Jo liked to blast a Vampire into oblivion with her gun, there was nothing quite like the satisfying tear of a Vampire’s head coming off of its body.

Akihiko, unwaveringly fends off the Akaname knocking it back to its corner. “Come and get it!!!” screams Akihiko agitating all of the Akaname in the room. All the Akaname leap directly at him and grab each of his limbs. One of the Akaname tries to take him out immediately by going for his neck but he screams and dislocates his arm and gets stabbed in his clavicle. Blood pours out from his mouth and the clavicle while he agonized.

The animation repeated several times, and Zen confirmed that the throne was the demon lord’s power source. “Can someone try breaking the throne or prevent him from sitting?” he asked. Changing target, Sasha started shooting at the demon lord’s limbs to slow his movements. Akiko barged through the monster army, using them as a launchpad to get closer to his throne, while Oritha held the fort near the river. Zen held his breath as he watched the demon lord become increasingly frustrated when he could not get to his throne. Akiko reached the boss monster in time to engage in all-out hand-to-hand combat. Unsurprisingly, the handsome demon lord could not keep up.

Chaska grinned slightly and approached the demon sitting on the couch next to my father. "Uncle Boyan, it's been ages since I've seen you," Chaska said happily and the attractive male smiled, his orange eyes twinkling as he accepted his nephew's hug in greeting. I noticed Grace watching the large demon. He was big and tall with large curling black horns and thick forked tail. His thick dark hair was full of waves. "Boyan is next in line for Drorzon's crown," my father informed Grace and I. I neared Grace and grinned.

He held a human woman on his lap and there were two demon women with him, but he wasn't looking at them. He looked behind him at a fight. In the corner of the King's level, two demons were fighting each other. Their faces were scrunched up in anger, and they had blood pouring out multiple wounds. Gloves with spikes were worn by them, and the razor sharp blades cut into the other every time. They moved around each other like a dance, and battle cries were heard around them, the eyes of the demons around them black with blood lust. With a final scream, the one demon hit the other one in the throat in a moment's notice. The blades cut open the neck and blood sprayed over the other. More shouts,

demon:- I am surprised how can I find, someone who is so understanding, Others never trust me and I have to explain more than they should deserve. name:- it happens to me. demon:- there are 10 teams and theirs should be only 5 teams left. name:- one we and Johan's team should have won, and one we all saw the match between, the maid and master team so there are two unknown teams, what do you think you we up against? demon:- we are going to fight Johan at last, he is most dangerous. nami:- even if I win I don't think we can win, he has unknown power.