Marechi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"

"This isn't you. You're not meant to follow whatever he says. We have one mission and that mission is to take Sathanas out. He doesn't deserve your loyalty." Her breath was getting shaky. She hasn't really gotten to know how to find a demon, let alone one who has been empowered to fight her. "Her name isn't Chelsea. I introduce to you," Chelsea began to move towards her, eyes spitting darkness and violence. "Eversor!" His people cheered and her heart skipped a beat. She looked around frantically and by the time she would look back to her front, she was greeted with a punch on the jaw that sent her skidding across the rough floor. She couldn't block that punch as her hands were tied.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

The sword exuded overwhelming power. The Devouring Demon was a Terra Acmean, and wielding the Light of Acme strengthened him further. His aura was oppressive and made everyone tremble. Even Deshawn lost his fighting spirit and was overcome with dread. “Am I really going to die here?” Deshawn was devastated.

"So your biggest plan is for all those soldiers to die with us here?" "Not my plan, but the goddess's plan, if anyone is leaving this battlefield alive that will be you, " That moment Dylan heard Marek said that, he felt a slash of claws on his back, the pain so excruciating. "Dylan! Marek called running over to him but he was stopped by two huge demons with the head of a bull, the middle body of a human, and the hoofs of a horse. The demon speaks in their language, which means none of them will leave here alive.

As I was saying, he went on as Pagomaris nearly wept, clapping her hands at her servants, sending them scurrying for something suitable to my taste, your opposition won't expect you to be ready since neither of you has experience. I beg to differ, I shot back. I've been in lots of fights. That helped me feel a little better. I'd been through a hell of a lot and managed to survive. Surely I could handle a demon or two considering the firepower I had at my disposal. I remind you, Sass sent, stern and almost harsh, no use of other powers. Only demon. Unless you want to be put to death? Oh crap. Gotcha. Slash attack, Sassy sent. Take out their shields first then work from the bottom up. Most don

Beside me, Thessara did what she could, using debris as weapons, her survival instincts sharp despite her terror. The pack arrived in an explosion of fur and fury, wolves pouring through every entrance, engaging the demons with practiced coordination. Mara reached us first, taking down the demon closest to Thessara with a vicious efficiency that reminded me why I'd made her my second. But it was a delaying tactic. We all knew it. Asher had gotten what he came for, and these demons were just the distraction, the covering fire for his escape. By the time we'd eliminated the last demon—its form dissolving into smoke and sulfur—Asher was long gone. And with him, the one thing we couldn't afford