Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Damon arrived in the old mining tunnel just before midnight, alone, and with no weapons. Unlike the goblins, however, he didn't need any. As a wolf shifter, his body was a weapon, and he had every intention of using it to rip Stanley to shreds for doing this to Scar and for tormenting them both.

The joy and fear that passed through khalys was unmistakn, his eyes moved around for where to keep Ez without the omega noticing but knowing how quick witted that omega is, Ez shut khalys and his thoughts off with a side eye. Over twenty people were starting to cough out blood from slitted throat or gouged out eyeballs. Goddess caelyn is my replica of the brutal person I was when I was at that age. “You just got yourself your own apartment”, Jamiel shouts at caelyn before pushing out his shadow to walk through the guys kneeling, anyone of them Jamiel shadow passes through gets their last life drained and their soul sucked out of them, caelyn mothered something about Jamiel being cool and I t

“I’m Damian’s son. He’ll wipe out all werewolves in Silvaton Ridge if you do…” I stalk him, fury strumming through me. “You killed young werewolves. College Students who were only relaxing. Unguarded. Tried to kill my claim. Called her a whore.” He steps back, voice breaking. “Look… look, we can talk. A compensation…My father is fucking rich.” “Where you’re going, there are no negotiations, Slake.” I grab him by the neck, lifting him from the ground. “This is for calling my claim a whore,” I say coldly, and tear his throat open. His muscles rip, veins snap, blood explodes. My venom seeps in.

It was as if Damien had raised them all from the dead and made them his own shadow soldiers. Ansel couldn't hide his fear. "Let go of me, you useless trash!" Stabbb!~ ... A long claw pierced Ansel's heart from behind, making Ansel cough and spit out fresh blood from his mouth. Stabbb!~ ... Stabbb!~ ... Stabbb!~ ... Claws, swords, daggers ... All the weapons used by Damien's shadow army which consisted of corpses of top-tier vampires pierced through Ansel's body mercilessly.

He couldn't even look at her. He knew it all along that it was to come, but he never accepted. His mate used to tell him that she was having dreams of her demise. That her mate would live in sorrow but living, nonetheless, for their daughter. Her mate raising their daughter in a fierce warrior. Her daughter.... standing with her head held high im a battlefield between the living and he dead while everyone knelt in front of her. Submitting.

“Not until it was too late. There was a war. A brutal one. The final blow came when Asher’s forces ambushed our strongest warriors because she gave him their location. Slade led that charge. He was the only one who survived.” My eyes widened. That was the battle... the one that left him in a wheelchair. And the one where my father fought with Asher. “He returned crippled,” Damon said with a tight jaw. “His spine shattered, his wolf silent. His heart was ruined. And the woman he loved vanished that same night. Disappeared without a trace. Slade never talks about her. Never will.” I could barely breathe. I didn’t know what to say. “And that,” Damon’s voice turned hard again, “is why I don’t tr

But she was on fire that she regretted sitting up. “So what is the proposal?” she asks. “We get into an agreement, that I fulfill my desires with you. Of course to agree to what I will suggest. And if you don’t we can go our separate ways. What are not some sex buddies, this is an exclusive agreement. And whatever we agree on, you don’t get to hold me off on.” Damon tells her. “Of course, there will always be that exception on that there’s a safe word, and that’s how I stop, not by screams or cries,” he adds.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

I'm pulled from my erotic thoughts but the sound of what I can only assume to be chains hitting against his metal bed frame hits my ears making my imagination is running wild. Out of the three of us Damitri is more into the seances and the pleasure that can come from touch he likes seeing his girl submit beg and cry out with need to cum after he's heightened their awareness to their limits. we've come to learn that she likes the way ice and other cols items turn her on.