Pfp Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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My whole memory was a blur, so I sighed before turning to the sound of voice. My breath left me at the sight of her, she was a short brunette, slender but had curves in the right places. She was wearing a Demon Slayer PJs. Her hazel eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, but there was fear in them as she hid behind a door. I could see a frying pan in her hand as it glistened under the passage light. "And who the fuck are you? And why am I here?" I said angrily when I realized I had been checking her out. I didn't have time for all that. I struggled to gain my balance sitting on the bed once more before pinning her with a glare.

Willa wasn't able to stay in one place so she ran around from place to place, occasionally saying hi to us with her high energy. "I'm Samael." The demon in front of me said to the girl behind me. "I'm going to stab you if you continue talking." Fay behind me responded to the demon in front of me. The demon in question literally lit up with that answer. "Do you have a knife on you?" Samael asked with gleeful eyes. I sighed deeply. Adrian was behind Samael with a smirk on his face. "Perhaps. Want to be cut?" Fay answered. I heard the laugh in her tone. I turned around to her with my hands up in the air. "Can I choose the body part that you're cutting?" Samael responded.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

"My mother... she came to me. I’ve never seen her face, not even in a painting, but I knew it was her. I wanted to ask her so many things, but she was gone before I could even open my mouth." Zayla felt a cold shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the wind. *This is it,* she thought, her stomach twisting. *The demon is already moving. It's playing him exactly like serenya said it would.* He turned his head slowly, his gaze heavy as it landed on her face. "You pity me, don't you?" he asked, his voice flat. "That’s why you’re doing all this. Risking your life, standing in front of whips... it’s all just because you feel sorry for the broken prince."

He chuckled. Lan Xin blushed hotly. "Yes, Your Highness, she is a disciple of the Xiao Healer Sect. Very talented, so beautiful." At that, he trailed off with a dreamy look upon his face and blush on his cheeks. Jin Huan chuckled softly at his friend's love-struck look, feeling genuinely happy for his best friend. "Congratulations A Xin." He said warmly with a soft sincere smile on his face, a rare and genuine expression for the usually playful and brash prince to show.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I’m borrowing her body for the meantime. You see, Zhemier is not his self. That means we can’t force ourselves in and we need a host.” Mizuko jerked her face towards Kenshi, in her eyes was a burning flame. “What did you do to Roya?” “Woah!” Kenshi raised his hands, a lopsided smirk on his face. “I didn’t do anything to her. She was already like that when I woke up and she’s no Roya, she’s Hikari.” “Hikari?” “Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.”

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

A pillow of thick black smoke had appeared in front of the pentagram I had created before revealing a very gorgeous creature with snowy white hair, leathery black wings and pearly white fangs—a demon, based on the horns sitting atop his head. “What is it that you desire most, young one?” The demons started. “Money? Fame? Power? All the things in the world could be yours.” “My best friend.” I said. “I want Ashley! I want to see him again.” I said with resolve etched into my soul. The demon raised his eye brows at that with a smirk. “You could have everything in the world yet you yearn for such simple thing?” “No. I want my best friend.” I said in a steady voice despite of the rapid beat in my

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.