Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

" My soul wouldn't be in this world anymore and would be lost for ever since I was stabbed with the soul dagger. I wouldn't be able to protect you any more princess. You'll have to live your life as if I wasn't there. Don't skip dinner sleep well and forget me" "Stay with pls... pls you must not die I can't live without you" Nirvana shooked her head and removed the dagger from Desmond chest Desmond groan in excruciating pain as she removed the dagger. She walked to Kono who was now backing them. He kept laughing not paying attention to what was happening around him until he felt something sharp pierce his heart from the back and the amulet fell from his hands "Die you monster" Nirvana yelled

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

Something other. The transformation is horrific and beautiful in equal measure. His body shifts, muscles rippling and expanding beneath his skin. His fingers elongate, nails sharpening into claws. The shadows pour from the mark, wrapping around him like living armor, and his eyes when they open are pure red-silver fire with no trace of humanity. He's magnificent. Terrifying. A nightmare made flesh.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

She was crying while shouting: "Mom! Dad! I'm scared! Help me! Help me! Help me! Noticing a dirty 1-meter stick that was leaning in the wall, he immediately grabbed it then rushed in difficulty towards the Hybrid Mad Dog. Even though he was still 5 years old at that time, he was trained with basic swordsmanship by his mysterious teacher. Before the Hybrid Mad Dog could gnaw its prey in front, it suddenly stopped when it heard a yell from behind it. Yman flinched a little upon seeing its red eyes, those piercing gaze of the killer, it was almost identical with that eyes of that person who murdered their parents.

“Very well, we have a deal. You give me your wings, and I will let Nevaeh and you go. As soon as you die, your powers will be mine. I hope sweet Nevaeh has strength because she will have to hold your dead body until you step out.” Using the same knife, he cuts his hand and observes as I do the same Our agreement is bound in blood. Lights flash where our hands meet, completing the blood pact. Once it’s done, Lukan steps back and signals to a camera in the ceiling. After a moment, a hellhound appears, holding a sword in his hand. “If you’re mortal, how are you controlling the hellhounds?” “Well, my dear, I had a witch cast an obedience spell on our little friends here, which lasted beyond my d

My cheek stings as the impact of his solid slap. “Where is he? Where’s the abomination?” He yells out, enraged. “Where’s my mate?” I counter. Where is Samael?” Lukan’s smile widens. “I’m sorry to say, little sister, but your mate is dead. He put up a good fight, but even he couldn’t fight the effects of the seraphim blood we injected him with.” A sob breaks through my lips. Seraphim blood is deadly to demons. The right dose would kill him instantly.

she screamed. “…who wouldn’t think twice before putting his dick into any hole that resembles a woman……. You are a sick bastard, a sadistic maniac who manipulated me, trapped me, made me believe you loved me, used me, humiliated me, and once your ego and hunger were fed, you threw me out like trash! You made me your sex-slave, tortured me, raped me, starved me, destroyed my life… killed my parents! I was just seventeen, Damon, when we first met….. I was just an innocent teenager full of dreams……. Because of your brutality, I fled, changed myself, rebuilt myself……. Just to end you, to ruin you, destroy you.”

Damian asked, his voice casual as he pulled a dagger from his belt. I didn’t answer. He smiled. “Because you haven't prove your worth. I want your power and I want it all. I want to see what you really are, Jessica. You were made from my blood, whether you like it or not. Last Slythe or not, I'll kill you If I I find you just as useless as your mother.” “My mother is not useless,” I grit, chest heaving. “And I was not created by your blood, you deranged psycho.”

It’s as if my body and mind need reassurance that she’s real. I swallow deeply and take another deep breath. “All Supernatural creatures have a soulmate. The second half of their soul belongs to them. Soulmates are given to us by fate and destiny. Even demons have a soulmate. Depending on what kind of supernatural you are— there are various ways you can tell who your mate is or how you will meet. For example, Nevaeh is a Nephilim and dreamt of Mikhail before she met him. Mikhail is a hybrid, which means he’s half-angel and half-demon. Angels dream of their mates, and demons tend to lose control of their demon selves slowly. Their bodies become more uncontrollable and violent. We’re definitel