Red Light District Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

Demonslayer burned brighter than ever, its holy flames surging like a star as he drove the blade into Jezebel’s gut. She clutched at him, gurgling a final curse. With a savage twist of the sword, Scott turned the tide. Jezebel exploded in a violent burst of red light, a shockwave of demonic energy blasting outward. Scott was thrown across the room, hitting the floor hard. Smoke and fire poured through the cracked ceiling. He coughed, staggered to his feet, and sprinted toward the mirror one last time. With a cry of defiance, he drove Demonslayer into the ornate frame.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

No one else should suffer. The fight was ahead, and she had to get there to stop it. Once there, she could barely make out the figures. There were three of them. One on the ground as two were above the man with knives in their hands. There was blood on the floor where the man laid. She noticed the two men standing, their eyes were glowing red just as hers was, and Eldrid’s eyes while in the limo. Demons. She looked to the man on the floor. She noticed his eyes as well. His glowed silvery. A vampire. The men were standing near the middle pond, blood clearly spreading on the floor from the vampire.

Rell had become a shut-in since the last time Blood had visited and it tickled his demon brain to witness such an audacious man finally displaying just how meek he’d always been. His bloodlust was absolutely appeased to witness the man had fell asleep in a fetal position and had held it even when he crossed over into the unconscious dreamlands. It was comforting to see him cowering in a similar way in which he chastised Asha for.

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.

, yelled Edmond to the Reds, using his Alpha voice. I tried to ignore the fact that he was standing naked in front of me, but Diane loved it; she was so perverse. "You have to admit that he is very handsome right now," I told her to keep quiet,then I looked at the Reds. "We arrived here unintentionally. She ran away from our house and we needed to get her back, so we pursued her and that's how we ended up here.Now, if you let us take her, we will leave, "said one of the Reds.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

He has managed to treat and bandage his upper body and is about to head out of my bedroom when I stop him. “Are you going to be okay?” He smiles. He’s genuinely amused by my question. In fact, he’s laughing at me. “I’m a demon,” he reminds me. “The wounds will heal overnight.” I nod. His smile fades and he gives me one last look before leaving my bedroom. *** After a rough night of tossing and turning, I manage to get only a few hours of sleep. I climb out of bed reluctantly and get cleaned up before heading downstairs to see Annie shuffling around in my kitchen.

Mason Mason Cain turned his head away from the intriguing and lovely creature. He had heard of vampires before, but he had never actually encountered one. She was nothing like the reports had claimed. Nate, did you catch that? wasn't a dead man walking. Although she was technically dead, she still had a powerful, flaming existence. Dylan, his best friend, called and said, "Mason, let's go!" When Mason turned, he saw that the pack had advanced in the direction of the parking garage. He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery.