Marechi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

I can’t let anything happen to Demi. I moved to place myself in front of her. She is a keres, but being a Demi god makes me faster. I angle my fist letting my demonic flames take over my entire form. Swinging I am confident that I am going to connect with Ares face, but I miss. “Damn it!” I growl out.

POV EMMA BELLE The dawn didn't break; it bled. A jagged line of crimson sliced through the gray clouds, illuminating the valley floor where Caleb’s "Silver-Tide" stood waiting. They weren't just wolves. Thousands of human mercenaries, clad in armor etched with anti-shifter runes, stood in silent, terrifying formations. Their pikes weren't steel—they were pure, cold silver, gleaming with a light that made my wolf's skin crawl. "They've sold their souls to the Council for a chance to butcher us," Damon growled, his amber fur standing on end as he stood at the edge of the ridge. He was already half-shifted, his jaw elongated, his eyes two burning suns of pure fury.

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

What looked like mere seconds of stay inside the caretaker’s bedroom was actually an unbearable hour of struggle for Marcus; a struggle for supremacy and the battleground was his body. He found himself in the same black environment, standing in front of a massive boulder where on top it was the demon leech itself, in a confident crouch and grinning at him from ear to ear. It wore a trench coat, in the same color of death. The collar of it was fixed upright making the cotton and its silky black locks seemingly merging into one.