Mc Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

I scream and the light from my sword is then fired towards the sky. “NO!” I heard a piercing scream and we see Demonica standing meters from us with her followers. I drop to the floor feeling so weak so is Lana as her shield disperses. I look at the sky to see the green light from my sword shining brightly as it explodes and the dark mist is gone. We can finally see the bright full moon. “YOU! I will have to kill you first!” Demonica screams that resounded to the whole place.

To fight a monster, one must become a monster to defeat one. Damon was the definition of a monster. He was a centuries-old demon slayer who kept his seat at the top of the pecking order. Clenching her fists, fear gnawed inside Maleficent’s heart. The squirming goblin in front of her seat was rattling with fear after feeling the heated gaze of the Glutton heir. Placing her chin atop her palm, for the first time, Cent did not bother to listen to what the goblin professor was talking about. It was her last subject for her first day of class, and so far, a hell of a lot of things have happened. But, at least, she was able to learn the pecking order within the dragon-scaled walls of Transylvania

said Metallic Bone coldly. Lucas smiled because he was getting interested in Metallic Bone. "You really think that was my strongest skill?" Lucas replied. Thunder Monster and Metallic Bone were shocked to hear this. All of a sudden, they thought of something. Just when they wanted to blurt out their thoughts to Lucas, Lucas had already raised the Dragon Slaying Saber once again. "Great Demonic Sword Script!" Subsequently, Lucas swung his saber. A demonic phantom was shot out. The demonic phantom was holding a gigantic ax which looked very terrifying.

“Do you know which group of Slayers made the deal with the fire demon? They could only be fire-wielding Slayers, right?” “That’s what I thought as well. The stories aren’t very clear on this.” “Could it be Tamerlane’s group?” Aki finally said the unmentionable. No particular Slayer had been held accountable for the death of her father, but on the day of the attack, the leader of the raiders wore the red o-yōroi armor whose lacing and crest were associated with Tamerlane. Temujin looked her straight in the eye. “That’s impossible. That would mean Tamerlane has somehow achieved immortality. If we believe all the stories, that guy has died more times than a cat’s got lives. If that was true, he

At the confines of Silverwood, deep in the ancient mountains, Deimon sat motionless in the Lazarus healing bath — an ancient Crescent jacuzzi fed by a mysterious underground source that healed and restored the body in ways no living healer could fully explain. Steam curled from its surface. Deimon's own breaths came heavy, whimpering in silence, like a man enduring a pain too deep and too shameful to voice. The ailment had taken a heavy toll on him. The most potent healers in his clan, even Madam Edith, couldn't diagnose what was truly wrong. Strange heartaches, periodic blackouts, schizophrenic episodes that came and went like a tide with no moon to answer to — Deimon was losing it, and the

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.

Grace dealing with the hole in my heart I couldn't believe that my Samson was really gone. I'd missed him before at the brothel but back then it was different. Lots of broken promises were made and not carried through. I rolled the ring around my finger as the tears blurred my vision yet again. I'd locked myself in Samson's and Dane's room and could hear Mortas growling threateningly at the staff. I'm certain he'd killed several as guttural screams echoed throughout the castle. It was on the third day that my hunger drove me to the kitchens. The castle was unusually quiet and it caused a shiver down my spine. I heard jovial singing coming from the kitchen and when I entered my eyes bulged an

As Damonq ran with the girls, two monsters rose up in front of him, almost at his feet: one had his hand outstretched in preparation to tear at the ancient's flesh. At Damonq’s silent command, both girls, hands circling his neck, slid around to his back to cling like two little monkeys and he continued forward, driving his fist deep into the nearest monster’s chest. He kept his forward momentum, even as he jerked his arm free, the withered, blackened heart in his fist. He ran straight at the second monster. The monster’s eyes widened with shock. No more than a second had passed. The heartless monster screamed and clutched his chest where black blood spewed. He dropped to his knees, shrieking