Kimonos Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"Yeah, the last time he visited during the Ball most of them stayed back as they were tired. Lord Yama, on the other hand, was planning a party for the next" My lips parted in shock, "Wow he really is something" Kira was quiet at that. She never really commented or agreed with my offensive statements against the demons. But from the look on her face, it was clear that she was agreeing with me. "What about this one?" She turned around a green colour long gown in her hand. My face scrunched at the colour, "It looks too green" "Miss Talia you are very difficult to please" I laughed, staring at the green dress being tossed on the other side of the bed, "Why thank you"

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.)

I wouldn't be surprised if he were to take off those gloves, he would reveal hands stained with blood. Keo takes a long time to answer, the soft, flower scented breeze ruffling his dark curls. Below his jaw, down the side of his neck, is a picture, or perhaps a collection of pictures that are impossible to decipher in the darkness. "Who's to say other Demon's aren't like me? Who's to say we aren't the same?" he asks lowly, a shadow passing over his eyes. I swallow, straightening. "I know we aren't. I'm a good person."

Kim asked and they all turned to me "Give me a moment! " I closed my eyes and spread my huntress powers trying to attract a demon.... Soon I saw one running to my direction "I sense a demon!! "Justina said holding her head tightly Everyone immediately drew their weapons ready to fight and defend themselves "No! don't bother.... I was the one who attracted it.. mdont worry it wouldn't attack any one except me! "I said and immediately a demon appeared trying to deep it's disgusting rotten teeth into my neck

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

As I look at the position of the sun outside the window my stomach churns with nervous energy that she will be arriving any moment. I head to the dining room to check on the placements and ensure everything is ready. When I am satisfied with what is done I see my parents coming down the stairs in matching kimonos. They have decided to wear the kimonos that symbolized the water that my mother uses to heal. Both of them are draped with lines of gold to show our wealth. I chose to wear a simple dark blue kimono with the family crest in gold over my right pectoral muscle. Once they reach the bottom of the stairs a servant at the front door announces that she is here.

Lips painted red with the blue pendant around her neck along with the bite mark. “My lord why-why are you here, please let them go they did nothing!” the girl cried covering her mouth as the tears kept on streaming down her eyeless eyes? “Leave them the one who stole you away from me, the hands that touched you? How can I even do that” The demon lord draws his sword out, making the eyes of the Koishi go wide in response to seeing it, Which was just pointed right above his neck. *‘Wait man waiittt!! I didn't touch a single sand-I mean start-ugh, a strand of her hair!’

Or perhaps they chose not to. At night, alone in Elinor’s room, Lyria sat before the mirror. “You are Elinor,” she whispered. “You are Elinor Avelaine of Valmere.” Little by little… she began to believe it. ⸻ One afternoon, while taking tea with relatives, one of them tilted her head and said: “They say the Demon King has already chosen.” Silence fell like a shadow. “Chosen what?” Lyria asked carefully. “His future consort.”

"Where the hell are your clothes?” Thrakos's laughter echoed off cathedral walls as he stared down at me. “You spill blood, open the veil, and expect me to show up clothed?” he sneered, his head shaking. "Mortals. Always worried about decency." I relaxed my hands back down a little, my eyes dropping to the floor. "I… didn't think I could call you," I said, softly to myself rather than him. "I didn't expect it to work." The Demon King cocked his brow. "And yet here I am."

The fabric glittered with a pattern denoting her rank and position among the Hunters, as well as her personal mark: a blossoming rose, bleeding. The vampire really looked beautiful. Shiny raven-colored hair flowed down in a luxurious flow almost to his knees, and blue-black strands of bangs covered his thin, youthful face. The black clothes fit like a second skin. It consisted of a linen shirt with short sleeves without a collar and cambric pants that fit tightly to the legs. Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved