Hashiras Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

a voice said from the far end of the hall, “but Queen Seraphina won’t be able to answer you anymore.” Ryan turned, voice sharp. “Who are you supposed to be?” The figure stepped from the shadows. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark armor cloaked in grey, not black. His eyes burned with an old kind of hate. “I am Tamar. Leader of the Horax.” My blood ran cold with recognition. I knew that voice. “And the slayer of the Moon Goddess, Lira.” I stared at him. His eyes landed on me. And he smiled.

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

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–"

He knew they never liked him. Hunter was eight years old when he met Sebastian Bryant. At that time, he was in Japan, held by a group of yakuza. He didn't know who he was or where he came from. The yakuza who took him in called him "Zen." They were involved in illegal activities and were brutal, but they treated him well, especially the leader, who even considered passing the group on to him. However, due to a betrayal by one of the members, the leader was killed, and the group was captured by UN special forces. One of the UN special force leaders at that time was Sebastian. In addition to being the Alpha of the Silver Luminaries and the Leader of the Astral Guardian, Sebastian was also a me

After we all ate, and Arisa admitted I could cook we gathered in the living room. "Alright Arisa, times up. What's your story?" I asked. Liz just sat next to me nodding seriously. Arisa took a big breath before replying. "My full name is Arisella Alperen. I am 16 years old. I won't sugar coat it. I am an orphan, or at least I was. I was taken in by a man who simply needed a pawn. He put me into a harsh training so I can kill demons." I tensed slightly at this but didn't stop her. "At first, I seemed to be the perfect pawn, but when I was 14, I noticed something wasn't right. I was told that demons experience no emotion and kill humans for the fun of it, and sure I have come across those, but

"Yeah!" She closed her eyes took two crystals out of her chest. One is black and the other one is white. When she opened her eyes, she swiped her hand on the floating crystals in front of her. A bright light exploded. After it vanished, two young ladies stood beside her. At the first glance, they thought they're fairies because of their ethereal beauty. "They are Lucis' daughters. This is Xina, the black lotus demon. And this is Aerah, the nine tailed fox demon. I assume you've already known them from the books."

''AN INSTANT'' Lisa: What are you trying to say? Murea: We used to think that the only way to kill a Demon Lord is by having other beings who can stand up to him and bring him to an end. But that was wrong. There is actually another way. And that is… the complete consumption of one's 'life force' and 'spiritual energy'. Kiri: Complete consumption?

Young growled and ripped the fabric of her tied hands, barely holding Blood back from ripping her apart. She was going to pay, but it was going to be by his human hands, not the demon ones that had trapped him in this impossible situation. It pained him to fight so gruesomely for her heart and spirit, knowingly urging her soul towards damnation. No matter how much the slices of humanity pierced what was left of his beating heart, the promise of finally joining her completely always won out. She was more precious than anything in existence, a perfectly balanced representation of the universe, heaven and hell, dissonance and harmony. If there was anyone that could save him while protecting her

" The day was a week after the God War, wanting to see her once more, I mind-melded with an Elfin Girl. I journey for days and as soon as I lay eyes before this huge bulk of amour that moved with precision and determination. I knew it was her. My beloved little flower, Misaki, now wrapped in armour with the goal of cleaning up the mess from the God War and making the world into a balanced place. " Don't ask me to follow where you lead Humming A young man walked through the forest with an axe sharp as a knife I'll take the green-eyed fairy and she shall be my wife with her I'll raise my children with her I'll live my life The maiden wept when she heard him when he said he'd set her free He to

Quinn, Mia, Helena, Norm, Willow, Lisa, and the others stood in formation with Chase as the center to conduct the strategy. Lazlo, the third prince of the Great Emerald Empire, grunted coldly when he saw them. "Let me show you the power of the Sky Demon Killing Formation!" Three of them formed into a giant demon deity. The fourth prince, Jasper, had wings on his back and eyes like bells. His muscles expanded. His demonic claws went wild on his long hands and legs. He was shrouded by a black aura. Jasper opened his mouth to spit out countless bloodthirsty bats, which flew toward everyone to suck their blood dry.