Kaburamaru Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Kathleen couldn't fathom how they had heard their conversation from such a distance, but given Takumi's cunning nature, she wouldn't put it past him to possess some unearthly abilities—perhaps, he's a demon all along. Jay and his companion seemed to anticipate the arrival of Takumi and Tomoya, swiftly regaining their composure as the two approached. As Takumi drew near, Jay instinctively stepped back, releasing Kathleen's hands. As fellow cursed individuals, Jay and his companion recognized Takumi's aura immediately—a telltale sign of his past binding with an arcdemon, evident in the contract mark lingering in his eyes. Kathleen observed the subtle shift in their expressions, a flicker of re

- Kurayami, he said, he had also changed, a red coloured outfit with the omega symbol on his chest, his boots and pants that were long with filaments, both had long and luminous looking capes. Then, they made their way to the transport sector between the shipping entrance. Kurayami, had received among his servants, arriving the entourage of Um-Mu, who came with them, Selenian and some demons, among them, Aldebaranus, who was a demon with long horns, red in colour, tall with ceremonial and long robes., with filaments and symbols. - Well, we will open a portal towards the kingdom of Cassheirn, when you are ready. – Desaad said, bowing.

She was quiet for a while as she mulled this information over. "I suppose it's possible," she said slowly. "As far as I can tell when a Soul Eater begins to suck, it's kind of like a spell. It's open until it's finished. So, if he were to pop in and cast a more powerful spell, so to speak, then he can theoretically counter act the Soul Eater's Magic. But it would take extremely powerful Magic." "Like... a father's desperation and love?" Avamarie continued to look thoughtful. "Yes… of course," she said quietly seemingly speaking more to herself then us. "Love. It's a strong, powerful Magic that not many things can break. I never thought of it."

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

'At such a young age, how is it possible that he's in a high realm? "Unfortunately, you've miscalculated something. It’s something that’s enough to cause the lost of your lives." "What is it?!" "I, Lucas York, am not a human but… a demon." The pupils of the Rank 8 Evolved One immediately shrunk. He suddenly thought of something, but by the time he snapped out of it, it was already too late. "Demonic Saber Cross Slash!" As the Dragon Slaying Saber was swung, a bloody red slash in the form of a cross was unleashed at the group of Genetic Fighters.

The way he looked at me was scaring me. Goosebumps spread through my whole body. "Losalie, Losalie, Losalie!" He repeatedly called my name as he lean over to my ear. "Be my Luna and I will let you live" he whispered, his eyes raking over my body hungrily and I felt a wave of disgust wash over me. I spat furiously on his face. "Over my dead body" when dad died, I felt a shift of power, I'm the alpha now and this demon standing in front of me wants to make me his Luna so he could use that power.

she replied. " Oh" I said. " How then can you help me?" That's my ultmost concern. " Well first, you have to know that the one you want to war against is not an ordinary wolf. He's a true demon...." She paused looking at me. " Who doesn't know that" I said casually. " Well he doesn't seem to have a grudge with you" she said. " I do have a grudge with him and it's a big one" I said angrily.

His Demon Lord, a ninth level Demon of the Realm, had been killed by a Vampire Prince, and now that Vampire Prince had just taken his Demon Lord’s power into himself… The goblin watched as Ruben took in a halting ragged breath of shock, before falling to his knees and clutching his chest, sweat appeared on his brow and he tipped his head back letting out a throat wrenching scream of pain before collapsing. The goblin ran over to Ruben’s side and knelt down in the dust, wiping his hair from his face and tapping his cheek. “Wake up…Prince? Prince?” Ruben groaned and shuddered before slowly blinking his eyes open. He looked up at the face of the grotesque goblin and startled, jerking away from

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."