Kiriya Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

A sharp, ringing crack echoed through the street. The Devourer’s body split cleanly in two. Blood sprayed across the marble like rain. Gasps rippled through the remaining players. Was this some kind of a dream... That dude actually had that kind of power? The silver–haired stranger didn’t stop. He twisted, his weapon whistling through the air, smashing straight through another Devourer’s skull. Bone shattered. The creature dropped instantly, twitching at his feet. Two more charged him at once. Bad choice.

I couldn’t do anything because it was the truth. The Pazuzu unfurled its wings then, blotting out the red moonlight filtering through the cracks. Its claws reached for my daughter, jaws open in a screech that rattled the stone. “Kill her,” Bahar ordered, her voice low, delighted. The demonic pazuz lunged. Manolya’s scream split the air, but even as Pazuzu’s claws closed in, her hand dove into her pocket. She flung the nightshade sphere with all her strength.

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

"If it manages to enter, it will destroy everything in its path." Kyra acknowledged, comprehending the seriousness of the situation. "I will assist in diverting its attention," she stated, her eyes filled with determination. We must ensure that it doesn't surpass us. Damon felt a surge of pride in his heart as he witnessed Kyra's courage. "Exercise caution," he cautioned. "That object poses a greater threat than any challenge we've encountered before." **Kyra** can be summarized as a young lady with a dynamic personality. Kyra swiftly dodged to the side and threw a dagger at the approaching beast as it moved closer. The blade made contact, but only lightly grazed the thick skin. The beast le

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. “You don’t have to explain yourself,” Hyde replied, his voice icy now, sharp with an edge of fury. “But I’ll tell you something, Alonzo. Kiara isn’t some naive little thing you can manipulate. She’s smarter than you think. And you’ll never use her as a pawn in your game."

It shined with sacred glory and emitted a buzzing sound. “Wesley Shepherd, if you kneel now, awaken to the truth, and stand against the demons, I can spare you for the sake of our past friendship,” Cyril declared. “Otherwise, once the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword falls upon you, you will be extinguished, and your soul will be scattered with no possibility of reincarnation. Not even the previous Supreme Path can save you.” It was a blatant threat. Wesley spoke calmly with a smile on his face, “Let nature take its course. My nature is as it is, there’s no reason for it, and there’s no need to change.”

Legs crossed and hands interlocked. Even in her slight fear, Heller had the courage to ask. “Who are you?” The woman chuckled. “The third Demon Lord, Crymillia.” Heller's eyes shook when she heard that name. 'A Demon Lord? But I heard that the Demon Lord was killed centuries ago. Could she be a reincarnation?' Noticing the pale look on Heller's face, Crymillia spoke out. "Now, now, there is no need to fear me. I only came to check on something is all~"

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s

he replied. He stopped and looked at me and we both burst out laughing. He was a real charmer. Always able to change the mood. I liked that about him. "So, tell me about yourself" He asked "Well, I'm Kiara, I've been in this mansion for a month and a few days and some of those days were spent in the cells where I was constantly tortured. You know what? Let me rewind. At first, I was happy and content with my life. My parents were still alive, my mate was too. I was just me. But then, your father killed everyone I ever loved and made me watch. He forced me to bow but I resisted and he named me a prisoner and I was forced to compete in an actual Decima. I won obviously, I was last man standing

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze