Naruto Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

mumbled Sugar Aquarius Minarto still in his quite relaxed fashion. Standing in front of the two snake demons, Sugar Aquarius Minarto moved and moved both of his hands again. The ground began to move closer and closer, began to join together. The two snake demons went on shouting and screaming for help. “Shit! Bastard you!” shouted the first snake demon with all his hatred and vendetta. “Do you think you can kill us by burying us here! Get this and go to hell!” screamed the second snake demon with all his furiousness and also vendetta.

He couldn't even look at her. He knew it all along that it was to come, but he never accepted. His mate used to tell him that she was having dreams of her demise. That her mate would live in sorrow but living, nonetheless, for their daughter. Her mate raising their daughter in a fierce warrior. Her daughter.... standing with her head held high im a battlefield between the living and he dead while everyone knelt in front of her. Submitting.