Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The darkness that covers the Newark town will soon be demolished. Damon Salvatore was held captive by the leadership of Alexis Demetri, the demon slayer with the help of Thamer Reid, the Cambion who lived on Earth as a human. They trapped him inside a silver net they made through Felix Reid's sources. He gave all his shares to build a wide net made it silver. He planned it all while he's keeping him company.

“You’re not human, and you’re not a werewolf… what are you?” “A demon,” Sloth answered, smiling lazily. “You brought a demon into our home?” Luna Stella snapped, her voice cutting through the room like glass. Her disgusted glare never left me, as if I were to blame for his presence. “Damien really does surround himself with dangerous things.” The Alpha’s hand pressed lightly against her arm, urging her to sit. “And why are you here?” he asked Sloth evenly. “I answer to no one but Damien,” Sloth said without interest.

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.

Furthermore, because of his defensive abilities, Jose went on and on and on until he finally became James Buero's confidant. Until then at some point, Jose becomes a friend and best friend that James really trusts. There was a strange but strong bond of friendship between the two of them. Jose will not betray James and vice versa. Jose was only seventeen years old at the time, but his training and harsh life had shaped him into what he is now; a formidable killer who is scary to anyone who knows him. A mysterious assassin who is always known as the Slayer. The Slayer is very feared because he never fails in carrying out his mission, no matter how difficult it is. Everyone would die if they w

“I know it’s the cardinal rule of Slayers to never cry but I couldn’t help it. My tears fell in great rivers. I was sobbing my heart out and making a wet stain on my mom’s parka. “‘It’s all right now, son,’ my mom soothed me while rubbing my back. ‘I’m right here. Nothing’s going to hurt you.’ “As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stop crying. I had realized then that a Slayer’s life was inherently sad and strict because of all the rules we kept making for ourselves. All the virtues of chivalry, honor, self-discipline and even duty to the Clan had tired me out.” “‘I was so afraid…’ I told my mom. “‘I know,’ she said. ‘But it was very brave what you did. Defeating the Ayakashi. Your father and

It was uncommon for her to praise someone so openly and not the war god. “Why are you scared?” she asks yet again. Damon stares at her for a few seconds before sitting up and pulling her along with him. He lets her head lay on his tights while he watches the waves hit the shore and returns. “You got your wolf, and she is beautiful.” Damon smiles looking down at Seranda who hurriedly sits up staring blankly at her mate not sure of how to respond. “I don't have a wolf… I was not born to get one... I am a slave, a sacrificial lamb for the soul of Zeranda " Damon just chuckles.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

Episode 4 Sarah stared long at the ceiling of the bedroom she was in, one she had yet to get used go, her back laid against the bed. Thinking back to all what James, told her earlier. All not making sense to her. Especially her being a, Dhampir. A vampire Slayer (Dhampir). Unique but rare race of creatures, believed to be stronger than vampires. They feed on vampire blood at times, but most get stronger, depending on the number of vampires killed by them. They were like the balance of nature, keeping the Vampires in check. She didn't believe she was one though, she lacked anything special. She had no speed, or super strength. She was an average human.

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

Jone hesitates, his thick fingers twitching beneath the alpha's palm before he tightens his grip, accepting the silent strength of the bond as they step out into the rain-slicked valley. The dark clouds above break open, unleashing a torrential downpour across the Sacred Gathering Ground as hundreds of alphas raise their black shields. Marlon Hale, Randy Hale, Jackie Hale, and Joh'Vonnie Hale carry the heavy stone sarcophagus toward the ancient burial pit, their massive frames straining under the weight of the granite. Jone watches from the front row, his head bowed against the chill as Jermaine Hale addresses the assembled packs, his deep voice echoing across the mountains as he recounts th