Lightning Breath Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Blaze and Demeter shared a knowing look with a smirk on their faces as thick, thorny vines sprouted around her while he forged two large fire swords and large wings popped out of his back. ‘Ironic that he would say that.’ The three of them charged at her with all their attack, faster than the speed of light, but she evaded everything you even faster. *Slash* Her glaive made a single, simple move; the blade lit with white fire cut through flesh and bones without any effort, and a body dropped to the ground. “One down, two more to go,” Layla called out, holding up the head of Boris like it was a trophy. Blaze and Demeter’s eyes grew wide; their faces blanched with horror, and they shared a wor

A snarl ripped through him and the air ignited around his wings as he surged upward, the wind splitting against his ascent. He tore through the sky like a comet, lightning burning from his throat. He struck the first of Vraeleth’s phantoms with heavy force, rendering them naught at once. Another came at him snarling, he grabbed by the neck and raked it apart, fire spilling from his claws. He should have been unstoppable. But the demon was watching. Vraeleth turned towards him, her movements languid. Her shadow stretched, coiling upward, swallowing flame and light alike. She raised a hand, and the sky bent around her. What had been air became weight, invisible, crushing her target with precis

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

I demanded. My voice was deeper, vibrating with a resonance I did not recognize. I touched my hair. The strands were long, trailing wild and heavy past my shoulders. Damien did not answer. He was too busy dying. I lunged forward, catching his weight. My fingers brushed a jagged hole in his chest. Embedded deep in his sternum was a shard of obsidian-dark rock—not a stone, but a jagged sliver of solidified lightning that hummed against my skin, vibrating with a cold, hungry energy that tasted like ozone and decay. "You really did it," I whispered, my voice dropping to a hollow rasp. "You actually threw yourself in the way."

I lunged. I didn't move like a wolf. I moved like a structural failure. I used my obsidian arm as a battering ram, slamming into the first line of slaved warriors. There was no pain, only the bone-jarring vibration of stone hitting stone. I didn't draw blood; I drew sparks and silver soot. "Mommy! Left side!" Leo shrieked. I spun. A slaved Beta lunged with a silver-salt rifle. I didn't dodge. I raised my obsidian hand, the palm opening to reveal a core of gold lightning.

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

Ban: What are you talking about? Lux: Don't you get it? YOU WERE JUST BORN IN THE WRONG WORLD. THIS IS WHERE YOU TRULY BELONG. THERE IS NO GOING BACK FOR YOU. THE DEMON WORLD CALLS YOU, AVEREZA L BAN. BUT IT IS REALLY MORE CORRECT TO START CALLING YOU BAN L AVAREZA

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

He laughs at my reply even though it's even near being funny but oh well. "Feel my shirt. That's boyfriend material." He smirks. "It looks a little too clingy and hard to maintain." I roll my eyes. "Dang I thought I had you there." "You can't beat me, I'm a pro." I brag "Let's see about that." He takes a turn on the road. "I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away." "I don't. But I know karate and I could rip your lungs out." I smirk.

I yelled releasing my sword of the righteous. I swung at the demon, his large burnt figure moved with a speed rivaled to that of a vampire. His eyes leaked magma as if it were crying. It opened its mouth roaring loudly at me, showing me its bright orange throat. I cut through its arm, causing it to let out a loud screech that harmed my hearing. I didn't have time to process as it slashed my chest with its claw like fingers.