Memes Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Demons live longer than humans and most things that can kill a human won’t kill a demon. It still hurts all the same. I look around the room as best as I can. No one is here, where’d she go? I try wiggling myself but I only end up making myself feel like an idiot. Mock laughter comes from the door. “You look like an idiot.” She says. I instantly still myself and curse internally. “You did say u were into kinky things, is this one of them?” I motion to my arms with my head. “Tie and ride huh?” I wiggle my brows.

He slid his hands into his pockets as he frowned. "You must think you're something, you must really think you are something." He continued to mutter to himself. Delilah's smile broadened as she watched him stand in front of her. She must have known he was furious, just like other demons, Delilah fed off emotions. The most delicious one to her was rage…she fed on the rage of the people who surrounded her. He could tell his rage was really giving her joy and audacity. "What?" She mumbled, spitting on the ground, blood splattered on the ground beside her bare feet.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

Dylan. Okay, so this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time with these guys. Yeah, they killed my dad, I mean that’s not great, even if I didn’t really like him that much, he did some really awful shit to these people, but he was still my dad. I can understand why it had to happen, plus it all led me to my cute little fairy doll. It does sting though. I’ve heard everyone here calling her ‘Slayer’, which I thought was a bit of an odd name, especially for a fairy, but after to talking to Jordan for a bit I’ve learned that her name is Layah. They call her slayer because she’s ruthless on the battlefield and she’s saved everyone’s life here at least once or twice and has the highest body count

I don't know how to react when one confesses. I am not even sure if I consider Eriol's words as a confession... But still... it made my heart leap. Well, anyway, I only have one real relationship experience and it was with my childhood sweetheart, and other than that, zero. Nada. Absent. Nil. So I hope my quiet reaction was understandable. Another thing was that my mind felt so overworked. I feel that if I think too much, my mushy brain would explode because unfortunately, I just found out another truth about demons. They can actually erase and tweak human memories.

, 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

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Clouds gathered above like a plague. Faith pointed. “What the fuck is that?!” Partheos emerged from the sand once more, roaring with demonic fury. “The dawn of a new age has begun!” He lunged at Scott with a massive claw made of swirling sand. “Scott, watch out!” Faith cried. Scott dove, rolling under the strike. “Oh shit!” As he stood, Demonslayer ignited in his hands again. He slashed upward, cutting through the demon’s claw. Partheos howled as the limb exploded.

“This is not good,” Slabhrai, the goddess of chains, said as she noticed a change in the lower planes, “I can feel a shift in power.” “What do you mean?” Chogaidh, the god of war replied, “Is something happening in the mortal plane again?” The other gods gathered, wondering what it could be this time. The last time that Slabhrai, who governs the chains that connect the different planes of the world, felt this shift in power was when the first Demon King was born. Back then they merely swept it off as a normal event among them mortals; after all, they did not expect that the god of games would intervene.