Lightning Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Her voice rings with truth, Tensel sent to Damonq. There is more than Darkness in this. We face multiple demons, not just one. She opened the earth enough to allow Darkness to send his dark magic. Darkness has a sliver of Jihon, the high mage, in him. With that sliver come his darkest spells. It was Datkness directing the lightning strikes at me. He did it through this girl.

Thunderbolts crackled and danced across the battlefield, striking fear into the hearts of those who dared to oppose the heroes. Soraya's lightning-infused magic complemented Elysia's elemental mastery. Bolts of electricity leapt from her fingertips, arcing through the air to strike multiple foes at once. Each crackling discharge illuminated the battlefield, revealing the stunned expressions of enemy combatants as they struggled to comprehend the sudden reversal of fortunes.

With a fierce determination, I channeled the stolen lightning into a concentrated bolt, aiming it directly at the sorceress who had dared to attack me. The first strike was blinding, a brilliant arc of blue-white lightning that seared through the night. It struck the sorceress, illuminating her features in a brief, stark outline. In that moment, I saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly replaced by determination. She countered my attack with a shield of her own, deflecting the lightning away from her. Undeterred, I unleashed a torrent of lightning, a relentless assault that lit up the forest like a stormy day. Each bolt crackled and hissed, seeking out its target with unerring accurac

Selene's voice echoed around us, it was filled with such rage that it caused both Damion and me to look at her. She held her arms to her side and was levitating off of the ground by a foot. Electric currents flowed from her fingers and her eyes glowed with fury. She gritted her teeth and with a powerful cry she thrust her hand forward and from it shot bolts of gold lightning. Damion's shocked face morphed into something despondent as he watched the magic barrel towards him. Static filled the air around us as the lightning darted through the ether like hundreds of striking snakes. Damion took the lightning bolt straight in the chest and at the impact, a bone-shattering crack sounded through t

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

I cast Hail of Spikes as a distraction so I could get to my feet. “Don't be a coward! Turn and face us!” Zachary screamed, tackling me to the ground. “Just let me have a bite of your soul!” I let loose with Lightning Shock, sending the demon flying a few feet back. “Acrid Shadow Thorns!” Monica cried, raising her hand to amply her attack. I felt the spikes shoot through me just like before. “Dear daughter, your end is neigh!”

He lashed out with a fist, shattering the magical barrier with a sickening crack. Elena rolled her eyes and threw a challenging insult. “Stop talking and do the talk, stupid demon.” Andro’s bloodshot eyes burned in anger. “I am not a demon! I am a noble devil! You insolent human!” Elena reacted instantly. "Foudre!" she cried, a word of power erupting from her lips. The leaden sky above writhed, morphing into an inky black canvas. A crackling bolt of lightning, like a divine spear, arced down from the heavens, aimed squarely at Andro.

The demon staggered, horns rattling, his dark eyes widening in recognition and fear—the weapons that had wounded him once before were now orchestrated against him. He bellowed, a sound that shook the cliffs and sent smaller demons skittering into hiding, but Jaiyana pressed the advantage. She thrust the Vajra Spear into his obsidian hide, lightning leaping from the tip and carving jagged cracks along his chest. The impact caused him to stumble, hooves sinking into the sand as shards of power singed the desert around him.

I scream, but no sound comes out. Suddenly, the wraiths descend upon me, their hooked talons digging into my shoulders, pinning me down. One, their leader, looms over me, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth. I make another desperate, stupid attempt to scream. Suddenly, bright golden light engulfs me. A silhouette leaps from the void, wielding a sword, and goes after the demons. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace I’ve never seen. With a single, sweeping motion of his hand, a wave of light blasts the wraiths backward, turning them into ash.