Kimetsu No Yaiba Novels & Stories

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

She attempts to stab her, giving Ki only enough time to raise the mask tied to her arm to block the swift attack. Izanami: (Striking the mask dead on she spun the blade mid-swing causing it to operate like a drill and completely shatter the mask, mic and all.) "Ha! Now you di-" (She is suddenly blown backwards by a huge surge of energy coming from Kimora. Shining like the sun, Kimora's clothing begins to burn from solar heat and cosmic energy. This causes Izanami to reach for a kunai.)

“The princess of Handar.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. “Nya, sweetheart, you can’t possibly--” Slate’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced his body, near his heart. Her eyes enlarged as she turned to see one of the Beelzanborg troops getting ready to notch another arrow. Flint, Slate’s brother, was near the soldier and moved at him, anger apparent on his reddening face. He drew his sword and cut him down, but when Nya turned back to Slate, she could see it might be too late.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“I kill every girl named Selina.” He clenched his fist, a slight hint of warmth in his hands. He was a Zonculi, born with the power of flames. And he missed the warmth of his powers – he could still feel it in his veins, but it was weak. The silver-haired girl wondered what this was about, why they were fighting over her, and why the woman would kill every girl named Selina. She regretted every inch of trusting the woman who offered her her umbrella. She should have known not to trust strangers even if she was a woman.

My eyes widen as he gets down on one knee and tends me his hand. “Hayat Aiyer, will you be my girlfriend?” (*^▽^*)

Leomord released multiple arrows to slow down Galatrina's movement. "That ain't happening! " Alucard immediately blocked the incoming arrows. The arrows were all shattered to pieces as soon as Alucard swing his sword. "You're quite annoying. " Leomord then used his lance to attack Alucard. Alucard immediately blocked it. Then Hiyojin jumped into the air swinging his sword. He aimed for the head to secure his attack. But, a shield emerges within Leomord's body blocking Hiyojin's sword. "Like I would let you finish me off that easily. " Leomord uses his hair like tentacles to sent off Hiyojin away from him.

The creature’s fingers began closing again. I raised both hands. White water struck the nearest finger. It did not slow. Raiken added blue fire. Steam exploded. The Colossus recoiled. Hayate reached Kiyomi. Astraya moved her arm. A blade of blue light formed. Hayate stopped with its point against his chest. “You cannot save her,” Astraya said. His gaze stayed on Kiyomi’s face. “I am not here to save you.” The blade pressed into his coat. Blood drifted into the water.

She tilts her head exactly the way I do when I’m about to say something devastating. Not-Celeste: “Keep playing with your coyote and your fire girl and your little fox friends from Hanamaki. Every step you take brings you closer to me. I’ll be waiting on the other side of the forty-seventh night.” The mirror ripples like water. For one heartbeat I see all of us reflected wrong: - Remy with broken antlers growing from his temples. - Seras burning alive from the inside. - Aki and Riku kneeling. - Kayo’s nine tails wrapped around my reflection’s wrist like a leash.

The lights above the ring cast harsh shadows across his body, every muscle defined, every movement precise. His opponent towered over most men. Not over Kane. Not really. The man swung. Wild. Desperate. Kane moved like it was nothing. A shift. A step. Like he had already calculated everything before it happened. Mona's pulse quickened as she watched. This wasn't like anything she had seen before. This wasn't sport. This was control. The man lunged again. Kane slipped past it. And then— Impact. A right hook. Clean.