Rengoku Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I snarled and leaped toward him. Demon! My movements suddenly slowed down, as if I was swimming in thick jelly. The two other warriors prepared to meet me, their swords flashing. They never reached me. Rene's arrow plowed through the bald skull, and the spell was halted. In two swings, the rest of the squad was dead. The necromancer came out from behind the rocks. "Well, boy, you're a gift that keeps on giving!" "Taking. Lives," I corrected him respectfully. "Will you help deal with the trophies?"

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

The tall slender man in front of me had a curtain bang dark hair with sprinkles of gray, no beards nor mustache, his round face was well defined and he had a two button like earrings on his both ears. They had already took their seat and I was to serve them the nectar. At the sight of him I felt the sudden surge of feelings which made me want to fall into the arms of the alpha. This feeling. He is...he was..Was he? As I walked up to them, my hands began trembling violently. One step, two step. The tray in my hands slipped from my fingers and the glass jug shattered with it content splashed on my clothes. This shouldn't be happening....why now? How do I face my mate under this circumstances.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

“Technically, I guess that’s true. He can die. Just not on Earth. There was this other Guardian who went through the Blue Moon Portal, same as my uncle, and he couldn’t die while he was here, but apparently, he got killed by a demon while he was in the Blood Moon Portal, so it is possible for them to die. Just not here.” Ryker was looking at her as if they didn’t live in a world full of bloodsucking monsters, as if he wasn’t sitting next to a woman who could run at least fifteen times faster than him and see through walls. The only thing that pulled his eyes off of her was the bartender delivering the beers. When he pushed one over to her, Jo thanked him and took a gulp. He took a drink of h

The three saints blocked in front of the disciples, and Keidu Luohu stopped taking a step forward since then, but at that moment, Night Canghai Ming also flew over, followed by Dream Nightmare, Thousand Slayers Mikado, Hundred Spirits, and others. Dream Nightmare is still the same old look, hanging on the ground half a foot, dead, lead-colored skin, a demonic gas permeating the body, a thousand kills the Royal Wind is a big change in appearance, lips black, pupils violet, more than a demonic mark in the heart of the eyebrow, afraid that even the master Gong will soon not be able to recognize it.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Eren rolls his eyes. Even if I’m a bit pissed off by him, my eyes can’t deny how sexy he is tonight. He is wearing a grey jeans with dark boots and a tight white T-shirt under his black denim jacket. I’m also in dark tonight. A short skater black dress with high neckline and matched patent heels.

“All members of the Hiyasha-to dress the same. They wear a Slayer uniform that’s similar to what Chief Reijo wore in Blarjokull, with two large panels down the front, but instead of blue and white, the colors are red and black. They also wear hoods and their mempos cover their entire faces. Because the cultists are all red Slayers, their masks depict the snout and fierce teeth of a dragon. “The Yami Tennō is said to be very wealthy and very proficient with his element. Strangely, no one has witnessed the full extent of his fighting skills. It’s also rumored that he keeps a sleeve arrow, a small brass tube that can fire arrows; lethal up to thirty paces.

He watched as his fellow warriors were been slaughtered and innocent souls leaking in the air. 'He is a demon then why is he weak? 'Why don't he posses other powers apart from reading minds.' Thinking about that a smile crawled into his head and his heart litted. "Special..We are been ambushed! I need you here." He whispered in his head.