Managi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 (Abyssal demon, Leomord ) Only Alucard, Galatrina, and Hiyojin were on guard. They know who will be their opponent. Galatrina can't help but to focus all her power to subdue this beast. "Here they come." Galatrina spoke calmly. "Brace yourselves! " Hiyojin empowered the warriors who let fear engulfed them.

Alpha Jones rushed after the Mage. The Mage grabbed a big book as he got back into his compartment. He opened it hurriedly. "You want to read?" Alpha Jones wondered. "We have a sleeping demon that will go on us full force whenever he wakes up, according to you, and you come here to grab a book?" he shook his head. "Our demon slayer is not around so we need to find a way to escape this problem. We can only find that in this book" the Mage replied with his full attention on the book.

Aki smiled sweetly but did not open her mouth. “Nod if you mean yes.” Aki nodded. “Very well then. We’ll let you in on the plan… Now, I’ve already told you about the rumors in the mines, about how a den of Nagas had made a blood pact with the hiyasha in exchange for more Adamantine.” “That’s what I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Aki cut in. “Do you know which group of Slayers made the deal with the fire demon? They could only be fire-wielding Slayers, right?”

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

The combined efforts of Edna, Derek and Marcus had taken their toll, leaving the once-mighty creature vulnerable. Sensing an opportunity, Edna rallied her companions, signaling for a final coordinated strike. With a primal howl, Marcus lunged forward, his jaws clamping onto the demon's arm, rending flesh and bone with an unparalleled fury. Derek, his eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom, channeled the very essence of darkness, surrounding the demon giant in an inky void. The darkness seeped into the demon's wounds, sapping its remaining strength. Seizing the moment, Edna leaped high into the air, her silver sword gleaming with a radiant light. With a force fueled by her unyielding determination

She was already too close to the edge. I stepped forward, breaking out from the shadows. “Manolya, get over here! don`t stand so close to the edge!” But the words died in my throat. From the swamp, it rose. A ghoul, its body stretched taut like dried parchment over roped muscles, eyes sunk deep into its skull. Its teeth gleamed, jagged and yellow. It lunged straight at Manolya. I shifted instantly, my bones snapping, fur bristling as I expanded into my demon form. A roar ripped from my chest as I collided with it, the force sending us both crashing into the mud.

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

"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?"

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

The rare power in him that could be lethal to demons unexpectedly piqued Agarez's interest, and the dark-haired, dark-eyed archdemon stared at him with unusually focused eyes, as if gazing at unavailable prey. The man withdrew his attention in time to tense his calf muscles and pull back the instant the other man made a sound, but even so, Agarez was faster and swifter than he was, and the sharp scythe attacked his neck as if it were the sharp claws of a cave monster, slicing the skin of his neck and slicing through the flimsy fabric of the hood in a millisecond's distance. "..." As an afterthought, the man lifted his hand and touched the wound on his neck, from which blood oozed onto his fi