Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The color of his eyes was clear blue like crystal but they kept changing, sometimes to reddish-brown and yellowish-black, as the case may be. He turned around to look at the two dead bodies - the old woman's body laying on top of the girl's body. Damian felt great sorrow and pity. Mother and daughter, dead on the same day, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for that. He made an attempt to lift the dead woman off the girl's body, using the amount of force he thought would be necessary, but he found the woman weightless - way too light, like her body was made out of feathers. Had she suddenly become weightless, or had he become way too strong? He contemplated but just then, like a great

“After being trapped in this hole for so many years, that’s all I want. But I can’t. If I do, they’ll kill my mate. Don’t you get the extent of what these men are doing here?” “What are they doing to you? Why were they cutting you up?” I ask. The demon grimaces. “For years, they’ve been taking samples of my skin and blood to revive these vile creatures they’ve been creating. They mix my blood with my mate’s because we’re very powerful.” “So, you’re not just an ordinary demon? And I’m assuming your mate is from a different species.” I speculate, recalling my conversation with Rowan earlier and the file we read in my father’s office.

Yet, they both gave off the typical bad boy vibe more than Jake and the other guy standing with them. I shivered when he caught my eyes. His narrowed eyes studied me. The smirk he gave me was enough to warn me to stay the hell away from him. He did not look like he was friendly at all. There was just some dark and primitive crawling under his skin that screamed danger. I might be wrong in my calculations but he seemed like a stuck-up and insolent guy. “That’s Shelly.” He pointed the girl who smiled at me earlier. She smiled yet again when Ryder introduced her to me.

The only way I am truly at peace is when I watch the blood flow dark, thick, warm & flowing, even gushing from my arms or the throat of another relieving the pain for now hands are stained in red again the only way a sadistic mind function is by watching others fail the only real remedy. this is all I ever knew. too different for the others to conceive Everyone says......One day you will hit rock bottom I never hit it, I was born there don't remember me

"Watch out!" Serra shouts. The arrows hit no one but the lonely ground. Daren halted and bent down, picking up a huge rock. Suddenly, his skin started to change. Spiky solid gray matter clumped up on his skin like a protective layer and enveloped him fully. A moment after, he was like a huge moving rock. His shirt was torn and helplessly clinged on to his hard body. Daren charged and throw the rock to the winged Badblood above. The Badblood didn't see the rock and it landed on his chest. He moaned in excruciating pain and fell down to the ground, head first.

Jo shot over his shoulder as they got closer to the Vampires who seemed a bit surprised that the Guardian wasn’t going down. Jo shot another Vampire in the head twice, and the female bloodsucker fell backward, exploding into ash before she hit the ground. Zane took out another one as well, and then they were fighting for the same real estate. As much as Jo liked to blast a Vampire into oblivion with her gun, there was nothing quite like the satisfying tear of a Vampire’s head coming off of its body.

"But I'm also right. Silver Creek has been weak for decades. Shadow Ridge has been fractured. The rogues have been scattered. I'm going to unite them. All of them. Under one banner." "Mine," I said. "Yours?" She laughed. "You're a doctor. A healer. You've never led anything." "I've led myself. Through pain. Through loss. Through you." She stopped laughing. "You're brave," she said. "I'll give you that. But bravery isn't enough." She raised her hand. The rogues moved toward me and then, the ceiling exploded. --- Damon dropped through the rubble like a wolf from the sky. Not shifted. Not human. Something in between. His eyes were black. His hands were claws. He landed between me and Sera, his