Marechi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"The fuck are you doing?!" "I'm dizzy." Nami groaned and she pushed herself up from the ground and she jerked her shoulder forward in clumsy thrust, knocking me off balance and I toppled on my knees, the spear piercing on Nami's side. "Damn." "Nami!" "I'm fine, now get up there and help them." She said coolly, she kicked the guy on his balls and Nami pulled out the spears as her cut regenerated itself and she pierce the spear on the guy's shoulder. "Bitch, I'm a demon."

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

The demonic lizard, a martial nirvana-level beast, stood before Chase. Its eyes were gleaming with hostility. Chase's gaze turned sharp as he gripped his battle spear, stepping forward without hesitation. The demonic lizard struck first, its claws slicing through the air with terrifying speed, leaving behind streaking afterimages. Chase dodged swiftly, sidestepping its attack before thrusting his spear forward to pierce straight through the beast's throat. The demonic lizard was no weak opponent. It had reached its peak power and was a formidable adversary that would have been a death sentence for an average martial god-level warrior.

She was supposedly the strongest deity mages worshipped, which raised questions as to why she was chained to that desert Ishmael took us to. Samuel and Ryker already had their hands on two bloodstones, so there were three more to go. I was fucking terrified of what would happen if Samuel and Ryker got their hands on the remaining bloodstones. I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could win over a demon like Draven. Hell, Acheron was losing touch with his demonic powers, but I dared not say anything to my brothers or Ayra. That’d make them more worried than they already were. I didn’t doubt the nightmare she said she had. Maybe it was finally time for me to join my ancestors, but I’d die trying t

Theoden hid Pandora's core in Damaris, ensuring that the Demon Queen would never awaken as long as he was alive. ****** (Present Day) Arlen's face burned with tears as the images faded to dust. Luca remained voiceless, not knowing how to defend his family. Lian shuddered with delight at the level of misery in the room. He may have forfeited his birthright, but the tendency to enjoy the suffering of others remained. "This should satisfy your curiosity... Before I forget, there is no Kronus Seal. That metal is useless." He grinned after sensing the object Arlen stole from the Yealan temple.

“What’s plan B?” Finally making my way in front of him, I mockingly patted his shoulder. I watched as his form slowly loosen at my encouraging grin. “Plan B is for you-” Hands shapeshifting into claws, I dug them into the meat and bone of his shoulder, ripping off his arm with minimal effort. “-to get that stitched up before you bleed all over my freshly cleaned floor. Well this isn’t actually plan B, but this will help get you off my bad side if you listened to what I said.” I ignored his screams of pain, too busy staring at the blood that was dripping from my claws. I turned around, sucking the blood off as I made my way back to my chair. “Also, be a champ and tell the nearest servant that

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.

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."