Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“I didn’t want any of this to get out until you got back.” “There’s going to be a lot of supernatural beings that will want to get their paws, claws, hands or whatever they use for hands.” Shadow stated. “Silas, we’ll need to make a call home, we need to prepare them for the move.” Blaze instructed. “Okay, but first the boy.” Silas whined. “Blaze, Storm allow me to introduce you to Sadie Collins.” Damien opened the door, allowing them to walk in.

"And I'll do it in front of your precious little mate. Then, I'll rip out his broken heart that's been shattered to pieces and feast upon it. How does that sound?" I contort, fury breaking through my shirt. My wings stab forward and propel him backward. He flies across the hallway, hitting the lockers. His black shirt is ripped and in tatters. Blood dripping out. But already it's starting to heal. His blood smells like the earth where the dead lay unearthed. Damn ghoul.

she added, quieter now. But even as she said it, the feeling wouldn’t settle. Hate was sharp. Clean. Certain. What sat in her chest instead was restless. Unfinished. Painfully human. Sera closed her eyes. Was it hate… or was it something far more dangerous to admit? .......................... Two nights later, Damian returned from the burial grounds with dirt still clinging to his boots and the taste of rain in his mouth. The sky had been heavy that night. Low. Pressing. Like it wanted to collapse with him.

Not because he looked like a killer. But because beneath all that violence—beneath the rage, beneath the cold precision— there was something feral and terrified. Like he hadn’t been killing for power. He’d been killing to reach me. Slowly, like the world could shatter if he moved too fast, Damon lowered the gun. “Sadie.” My name. Soft. Hoarse. Shaking. As if he wasn’t standing in a room full of bodies. As if the only thing that mattered… was me.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

They all needed healers. Something touched his shoulder and he would have done what he could when he saw a clear symbol of death on his shoulder. He would have screamed Dilia if he didn’t feel all the pain going away. Victor stood up straight smirking at the overlord in the sky with all her focus on the creatures. Sapphire hadn’t seen that much fire, she didn’t want to remember what she just saw. That would be in her night terrors, now it was time to fight. Those things were coming again.

Originally, they planned to just raise havoc, but if their necromancer says bloodshed, then it's bloodshed. -- "You shifted," said Solana when Damian and Kiera knocked on the lair's door. The moment she saw Damian, she can't help but smirk, hardly ever a smile. She can feel that he was able to surpass his limit, his strength and speed increased. "Yep, I thought for a second that we were a goner. Thank God we are not," he said while giggling. His personality has shifted as well, he is back to his usual self which surprised Kiera. She thinks that Damian after shifting back to his human form with a behaviour change is hot.

“It’s spreading. I can feel it in my veins. Please… don’t let me hurt anyone.” Kael’s heart shattered. He dropped to his knees in front of the boy who used to follow him around campus like a shadow, begging for lacrosse tips. “I’ve got you, little man. I’ve got you.” Damien appeared behind Kael, silent. Serena stood guard at the door, holding back the hallway horde with a shimmering violet barrier. Ethan’s body convulsed. His claws lengthened. The red took over completely. He lunged at Kael with a broken howl.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.