Kiriya Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

her eyes are wet and feel like she want to ask who are you velliam:- hello I am velliam what are you doing here girl start shivering and trying to talk girl:- i-i am ceri I live here velliam:- can you tell me what are you doing here girl might ready to tell him her story girl:- I was cured because I was hungry and that made God angry he told me to take care of this sword and I can't go anywhere. I traped here demon:- this is fire curse sword share his energy with her that make her all this time and that how she able to talk and she remember everything. she felt pain that something can't be heal

Kilo says, his voice giving off sadness. Kir shifts back to her human form. “I’m not going back Kilo.” Kir states immediately. “Kir, you can’t just keep running from what happened. Eventually you have to come back and accept that he’s gone.” Kir snarls at Kilo’s words and swiftly launches herself at him, biting his neck just hard enough to keep him from chasing her for awhile. Then Kir runs away, momentarily forgetting about Alex as she shifts into her demon cat form and disappears.

She knew that there was something about her son, but suddenly being told that he is going to be Demon King is just too much. “The Prophecies never lie,” the Lamia replied, “and we knew it right when we felt the Lord’s presence. He is the King that we have been waiting for.” The Lamia turned to Dimitri this time, “My Lord, we have been waiting for you all our lives, please allow us to serve you for the rest of it.” Dimitri looked at his mother who nodded, and then he looked at the strange woman whose lower body was that of a snake, and the other woman who had wings for arms and talons for feet.

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

Number Seven screamed. Kira threw the severed arm aside and grabbed Number Seven by the throat. Just like she'd done to Zara. Just like she was about to do to all of us. "You can't absorb what you can't kill," Kira said calmly. She drove her fist through Number Seven's chest, pulled out the heart, and crushed it. Number Seven collapsed, twitching. Dying. Kira turned to face Numbers Nine and Twelve, not even breathing hard. Black blood dripped from her hands.

Accepting the Demon Within Sebastian ripped through the demons, slaying one after the other. One tried to run but he caught him by the throat, beheading him with a snarl of satisfaction. His inner demon relished the freedom. For the first time in his life Sebastian felt complete. Another demon nearly reached Victoria. Sebastian leaped for him, picking him clean off the floor, and tossing him out the window with a bellow. Nothing could stop Sebastian the Vanquisher from protecting his female.

Afraid. Fear is a strange thing. For her, it’s been both a weapon and a curse. It’s driven her to survive horrors most people can’t fathom, but it’s also kept her chained to them. Watching her now, I see it clearly: she’s caught in a push and pull between fighting her demons and being consumed by them. I’ve seen killers, survivors, even cowards—but no one like Andreina Carlo. She’s a storm, and storms don’t rest. Not even now.

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...