Marechi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berserker only the strong shall be recognized while the weak shall become their stepping stone to even greater power. The lesser demon raised his weapon against the beast proclaiming his strength as he said with pride. "I am Draxor the kingslayer, these livestock are nothing lesser than a stepping stone to even greater feats of power. I ask you on behalf of the northern king for you to join us in our conquest of true power!” The Demon boasted. Apex offered no words to speak as he spitted at the demon’s offer wasting no time he punched Draxos in the chest with enough force to destroy two dozen mountains at

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.

Megara kept recalling the number of demons she had slaughtered by now while running beside Marco. Her pupils dilated when a demon came in front of them out of nowhere and in a flash, it was right in front of them. A fast one!!! Before his claws could slash their very being into two, her chains were already dug into his body, crushing his bones in tiny pieces as he fell down on the ground once her chains let go of his body. "Damn, that chain technique of yours will definitely get you in the top fifty." He said as she smiled while running. "Next is your turn. Show me, what can get you in the top fifty." She said and he smirked.

The battlefield gets even more intense with demons getting more infuriated with their losses, the chosen seem to have the upper hand with more and more demons falling at their hands. Marcel seems to be having the time of his life cutting down demons with his staff, causing more chaos has he broke through their ranks with immense speed, one of the demon generals who seems to have lost his cool immediately attacks Marcel with a red lightening bolt, Marcel just manages to dodge it and steadies himself DEMON GENERAL #4 : I have had enough of this, I will kill you and go on to do the same with your companions

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Marcia screamed, tears brimming her eyes again, leaning over Ulna, looking, listening and feeling desperately for signs of life. “He feels the body alive, but the beast’s mind has left, but cannot continue on through the fade until Rex stops keeping the shell on the brink. I know what death looks like stupid girl, I know better than anyone,” Sküülen replied, backhanding Marcia, her usual chirpy voice changing to a darker and more sinister one. “Because you’re a f**king demon!” Lacey shouted, her sword coming to the ready. “I am many things, but a demon I am not, I am Sküülen, daughter to Mors.”

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

"I asked stuttering "This is the triangle of death!!!! Here you will summon demons and try to get few of their powers! " "Demons powers?! " "Yes.... Carmella! " "Bu....t.... but...isn't that illegal? "I asked but she smiled "It is Carmella.... but for you it is not! " "Huh?? What?? How?" "Because you have both the huntress genes and luckily for us, demon as well!"She explained leaving speechless That's right....

Hellfire started seeping from the cracks in the ground, and the demons hiding in the shadows started to scatter in a run. They all rushed to the door in great fear. But as they reached the door at the big one, the doors were thrown open. I could see the Nephilim marching in, swords drawn and ready with arrows drawn back, making the demons back away. I could hear Nicolas' voice, shouting orders at the people. They all backed into corners, threatening any that tried to flee. The ground continued to shake, and I caught sight of Cole and Jesse's father, who was stepping towards Lilith as she tried to back away on the ground.

“What hero ranking? What Demon-level?” Marcellus quickly explained, “The people in Obaro greatly admire heroes, so they’ve established the hero ranking based on the strength of experts. They are divided into Demon-level, Overlord-level, and Champion-level, with Demon-level as the highest rank. “At number one are three individuals who are ranked equally. They’ve never fought each other before, so there’s no distinction between them. “Those three are the Pontiff of the Sauro Church, St. Dmitri, the Elder of Alexander’s family, Lloyd, and a very mysterious knight known as a dragonslayer, Sir Theodore.