Kimonos Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Nicholas caught her eye, slicing through demons with a bloody grin on his face. Nicholas! One of the demons reached Chloe, his sword lit with blue flames and slashing through the air. Victoria nearly cried out when a demonic Bane snatched the demon by his throat and tore his head off in one smooth move. He gave a deep roar. Then he turned towards Chloe, pressing her against him and kissing her roughly before the two of them joined the fight once more. They were here! If they were here then... She was grabbed roughly from behind and spun around. Ivan snarled down at her. "We're leaving."

And as the demon finally lands a hit, his very body was torn to pieces in the air. "What!" A fading messy thought of the demon decimated in the cold air. The young girl felt ease as she saw the warrior in front of her offer his hand. "Are you alright?" The warrior asked. The young girl nodded delivering a surprise hug to the warrior. "There now, it's ok, no one's gonna hurt you anymore." A warm engulfed the young girl's cold body. The town soon calmed down as many warriors came in to aid the town. Many warriors held a conference in the middle of the town. An elegant woman stepped out wearing a warm kimono with a sword on her back. Silence immediately engulfs the group of warriors.

It collided with the demon's body and burnt like paper into the air. When Kyra noticed the Shinigami demons near her, her eyes widened. She'd seen nothing like that. It has a shark-like mouth with crowded teeth and long fangs. They also have enormous, spiky, unkempt black wings that repel talons and starlight. The thing waved its hand, hit Kyra by the arm, and soared away. "Ugh," Kyra said as she fell to the ground. "Are you OK, Kyra? "Cael asked.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

To back her confidence she asked, "What about you? How many times have you stepped in my land pretending to be human?" "Often," he coldly answered. Serra noticed the tone and she stares at the demon. Only he had his eyes pierced somewhere else. She looks at where he was looking and saw a lady who appears like a fairy princess with silk clothing and tulle to layer her dress. Even her shoes were nice and they had criss cross pieces of cloth to tie upwards. "Do you know her?" Serra had to ask which caught Zierux's attention. He seemed out of mind so she asked again, "Do you know her?"

he muttered, and crawled forward. A boy stared up through the emergency hatch—acne, braces, eyes like coins and waved. Scott waved back at him, and a girl beside him clutched a plush koala and didn’t blink. “kid’s it’s o.k. I am one of the good guys.” Scott climbed onto his knees as he pulled himself onto the top of the coach. He unsheathed his sword from the towel, unwinding it. Demonslayer slid into his hand with Familiar weight and balance. He twirled the claymore with his right hand.

Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips. What do I care about his lips? My mind instantly goes to earlier when I clumsily got on top of him. I fight the heat that tries to rise up. Fuck him I refuse to be embarrassed. “Kid ?” He replied back a bit offended. Keeping my face a mask of seriousness and maybe a little frustration. He takes a small deep breath barely noticeable. And lifts his eyes to mine. The space around me slows and I feel weightless. I find my self wondering what his eyes look like when they shift. “The Demon King sent me.”

It was Setsuna, his childhood friend, and knight in charge of his protection. She was wearing a long, black kimono that stretched to her thighs with an armor plate covering her chest. Two arm guards of equally dark colors rested on her upper arms. A bluish-black obi was wrapped around her waist and held her assortment of Japanese-themed clothes together. Seeing her, it was like he was facing a samurai girl. Which he believed was what she tried to project herself to be. A samurai warrior. He gave a small smile to her but otherwise did not speak before facing the old woman again.

I am trapped, I thought. And then the scene changes, I see a group of Japanese men wearing kimonos. They are down on their knees, and they all hold a sword. Just like a strange dance, they move slowly and simultaneously, until they all cut their stomachs with their swords. I see blood streamed on the ground, thick red blood. I couldn’t barely watch a group of men committing suicide in front of me. Surely it was a scene nobody wishes to witness.

I returned to my room to find Flora leaning against my door. She had on a ruby red kimono with two large emerald, green serpent dragons embroidered across it. Her hair was pulled up into a mock geisha with dangling chop stick and a hair comb to boot. Her feet were shoved into a pair of high heeled wedges that made her feet look small and dainty. She looked like a fantasy come to life, but I didn’t have time for her sensual distractions. I could easily lose all the time I’d been allotted for training by giving in to this succulent woman.