Kyojuro Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Ren urges me to attack the demon once we are free. I fight to keep control over my Lycan, taking in deep, steadying breaths. Once I have Ren under control I turn back to the demon and my Beta. Yuriko is standing in her spot, holding her neck, frozen. Blood drips down the front of her shirt from her throat and hands. Meanwhile the cocky demon is back in his seat, acting as if nothing happened. I brush off my suit and sit back in my seat, my desk in shattered pieces between us. “Why do you want me to come back demon?”

It hissed sharply, showing dominance. "You're quite a big boy, aren't you?" Rion muttered, unsheathing his spirit sword. Now that he had time to assess more of this demon, he noticed it was actually not entirely black. It had a faint dark blue color gleaming dimly and pulsing along its spine, followed by its breath. "And quite a pretty one, too." Rion said it with a hint of regret. It was a pity to kill this creature. He was interested in all kinds of monsters and demons. They were unique and fascinating. But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them.

Terra felt his heart tremble as he heard Tsarayu's words and saw a terrifying momentum appearing around him, Tsarayu. "Seven forms of sword saint: second form- Devastation!" Tsarayu made a slash with his sword in the air as a terrifying attack was unleashed from it in the direction of terra.

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

Without thinking, Klaus stretched his hand towards the man, and strangled him without touching him. The demon dropped dead before the rest of the workers. Klaus hissed, and returned to his car, rage boiling in the pit of his stomach.

“All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict the snout and fierce teeth of a dragon. “The Yami Tennō is said to be very wealthy and very proficient with his element. Strangely, no one has witnessed the full extent of his fighting skills. It’s also rumored that he keeps a sleeve arrow, a small brass tube that can fire arrows; lethal up to thirty paces.

He suddenly hit Istio which made his head just explode. “What are you doing in front of my master!?” This nameless demon walked in front of me, he covered Istio's body that was lying from my sight. "Introducing, my name is Zhar. Your master's body is very suitable as my replacement body. It's better for you to get out of the way than to be killed too!" "Woi demon! Why don't you have a name? Even though he has a name even though he was just summoned," I asked the demon.

He raised his head in shock and asked, “You’re not using the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Lower Six Swords?" James replied calmly, “Correct. This is called the Jademora Sword.” Speaking thus, he wielded the Jademora Sword and charged straight at Goyo with an invincible demeanor. Goyo gritted his teeth, brandishing the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword to clash head-on with James. Clank! Clank! Suddenly, a fierce and continuous clash of swords erupted, unleashing terrifying waves of energy that swiftly spread in all directions.