Hanako Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Let me see.” He held my forearm gently and pinched the fabric, carefully tugging it apart from the dressing. His frown turned questioning when he looked up to meet my eyes. “The demon did this to you?” he asked. I shook my head, afraid of giving him any excuse not to help me release Kujo, now that we were just one step away from setting him free. “Fran?” he insisted, the Haunter Supreme demanding an answer. “The other night in the basement, when you came at me, Kujo lost it and—”

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

The demon hissed at her, but she simply laughed, flicking a hand through her bright blue hair. She stared at them, transfixed. Surrounded by their familiars they sat in lawn chairs, drinking beer as if watching a soccer game. Each one had brightly colored hair in various styles. One girl had a white rabbit resting on her shoulder, another a small red dragon curled up around her feet.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Wrapped in silk were crescent-shaped blades with jeweled handles, the same exquisite style, rubies glowing like fire. “Well, hold it firmly in your hand,” Aziz instructed. I gripped one. The rubies pulsed with red light, the blade burning hot in my palm. “What is this? What does it do?” I gasped. “It is reacting to your presence,” Aziz said. “These hellblades slay demons, forcing my true form out. Behren used them to banish us during Constantinople’s fall. My real body is not of this world, and humans cannot perceive it. Since you are used to me as a cat, I became this larger version. I am much more…mighty in person”

Warlocks summoned demons to gain magic power; before they did that, they had been ordinary humans. I was a half-demon from the get-go. My nature was a part of me. Auntie seemed quite pleased and started nodding, as a thrall appeared from behind the throne. He looked really zealous, with the eyes of a rabid dog, a smile befitting said dog, a tattered robe, and the symbol of the Bright Saint in his hands. He handed me the symbol, which was a silver pendant with a blooming tree. Without pausing to think, I took the amulet and examined it.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Hana cast three spells simultaneously, all with the same goal of advancing toward Deskington. "Do what, Namio?" Deskingto says. Namio Rankle shrugged and said, "Two men hitting a girl will make others look down on you, Deskington," Not allowing Deskington to say anything, Hana rushed towards him with a fire, wind, and thunder roar. As the distance between her and Deskington shortened, Hana took out two Nomos fruit from her pocket and threw them mercilessly at Deskington's face. Because in Deskington's eyes, he only noticed the three types of spells Hana used, he didn't think of Hana acting otherwise. So he suddenly caught two Nomo fruit in his face. In an instant, Deskington's whole face was