Rengoku Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

the midiac said again. A somun is what we call a lawyer in the demon world. "You are expected to return in the next two days with a somun, your accused and any proof of your evidence until then this case is adjourned," the Nomano spoke this time. "Yes I shall." I said as I bowed a little out of respect to the Nomano. As I walked outside of the court room my uncle, Lord Kendrick walked up to me. I expected that but what I didn't expect was what he said next.

Whatever swordplay he chose would have to be ingrained in him and the sword he carried, and with his eccentricities—as Ariadne implied—he doubted the boy possessed the dedication required. “What of you?” Kilvic asked Moss. “Spell casting seems nice,” the boy said. “But I think I’ll be an invoker.” Ariadne barely concealed a chuckle. “…Now the class of summoner requires more will and reia than all other classes,” Tillaman was saying. “It requires a mage to hold a vast pool of reia as the demons they would summon would require a constant supply.” “But I thought demons draw the reia they use from everything around them,” one of the students asked. He was a small boy, perhaps the smallest in the

She gripped Balli's hand tightly in fear. "We may have to run." "It will be fine mother." Balli consoled her. Much to the chargin of the others. it should have been the other way around they thought. "Just watch." "Speak my name young one. Blessed by the Eternity Realm and scared of me are you?" The old man baited. "I fear you not." Ren stepped forward letting his Ion Energy rise. With each step, the arena floor cracked. "I am Ren Nebunie, I will be your executioner for crimes against the Reaper Clan. Crimes against all of us!"

The outright ‘no’ had surprised me. “It’s not like that,” Renrik cursed under his breath, barely keeping his anger in check. “We couldn’t get those bracelet things off of you. They’re something to do with your demon, aren’t they?” The twisted, sad look I felt on my face gave him his answer. “If the demon comes to ‘reclaim’ you, I’d like to be there to defend you. I have a clever brother back at my pack who is currently studying Demonology. I want to take you there and see if we can free you properly.”

“Reaper, Crusher, and our new friend Slayer are hoping for a spot, too.” Ryuu looks at us and smiles. Poor guy. Not Ryuu… the guy who thought he could slit Ryuu’s throat and live to tell about it. The long, jagged scar looks like it’s been there for a while. I bow to him to show my respect to a fellow warrior. “The Saint no defend title?” He asks. His voice is raspy and thin now. They must have nicked his vocal chords. I wonder if it destroyed his oil sack. If it did, he can’t breathe fire anymore.

Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous. "Touch her again, and I’ll send you straight to hell." The Final Standoff Antonio’s custom Desert Eagle-Silencer was locked onto Renjiro’s head. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy, every second stretched thin. Cassandra could hear the pounding of her own heart, still trapped in Renjiro’s iron grip. Renjiro—known for his merciless brutality, for his fearless nature—smirked. Slowly, he unsheathed his prized katana, the blade gleaming under the dim lighting.

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Ru licked her bottom lip, trying to imagine what it would be like if she could believe him, but since she couldn’t, she said nothing, only stared into his blue eyes and waited. “Your father, however, is a different story,” Cutter continued, looking away. “What? He wasn’t a Keeper? What was he? A human?” Shaking his head, Cutter said, “No, he was a descendant of Ronobe.” “And who is that?” Ru asked, bracing herself, though she still couldn’t believe any of it. That didn’t stop her heart from racing as she awaited his answer. “Ronobe is a demon. His descendants are Gibborim.”

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