Romans & histoires Sad Demon Slayer

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

Pain flared white-hot as blood spilled down my palms, slick and warm, but I didn’t let go. I forced the blades inward and drove them against her chest. My twin’s smile faltered. Cracks spidered across her face like shattered porcelain. Her eyes turned black, hollow, and then her form splintered, crumbling into dust that scattered into the air. In the same breath, I wrenched the blade free, spun, and lunged. I drove it straight through Pelin’s twin. The illusion screamed once before collapsing into nothing. I caught Pelin falling hard in to my arms as her demon mark flared Inside her chest.

Ashley shouted. Damien smirked, twisting the dagger between his fingers. "Well you see, My old pet just died and I don't have anyone to have fun with so I decided to use you three as a replacement for my last pet, it would be fun wouldn't it?" He eyed them sadistically, he rest backward and crossed his legs. "Do you want to start talking or do you want me to force it out from you. Trust me, I don't mind hitting a girl, sometimes you just have to treat girls the hard especially when she's a bitch!"

Ele vê os medos, os receios, os sonhos, as dores. Sander consegue ter contato com os nossos entes queridos já mortos. Só que em algumas de suas visões a alma que coabita o corpo de Sander lhe pede para matar ou fazer algo errado. Ele é usado, é apenas um meio para que o espírito maligno que habita seu corpo consiga atingir o seu fim. - Estás a afirmar que Sander é um médium? - perguntou Helenice.

“Is Hades not synonymous to…?” “Satan?” Lex completed the sentence. “Yes it is. And if I use that to guess where their name is originated, I would say they refer to themselves as the sons of Satan, products of evil. The ultimate demons, feeling no remorse whatsoever but kill and destroy anything and everything in sight.” “Great,” Groaned Byron, “Just great.” “But that is not what you think, is it?” Bob said, looking at Lex curiously.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing. "Yes baby, scared of the name huh?" he asked grinning and waited for her response. When she didn't answer him, he continues, "Let me tell you a little story about myself. I've been Dark Blood for the past 5years now, and can you guess how many girls I'd played games with? Hahahaha, you can't guess, let me help you out with that. In each month, I always have a victim and the exciting part of it all is my victims are in different countries and cities. Now multiply 12girls in each year to 5years, how many is that? 60!" he exclaims and laughed out loudly in an annoying way.

Trigger warning ( sensitive topics like self hurt )- The Dark Lord pulled his nails out one by one. He seemed like he was relishing in that pain. Every time he pulled his flesh out along with each nail, a new one grew, almost immediately in its place. His legs were grazing above the fire and chewed on that metal blade. It was the same for all his organs. Every time it got severed it immediately regenerated as if adding salt to his sadistic fornication. As he repeated it again and again, his eyes rolled up and he arched his neck back, as if reaching his climax.

Nyssa cried while scooping her dead son near her chest and cradling him as close to her as possible, while her tears dripped down incessantly making Zoe feel weak and helpless for the first time in her life as she too dropped near her son in law’s body and cried on his chest. “KARR !!!! YOU BASTARD,” Danielle roared furiously. “Looks like I hit a jackpot,” Karr laughed evilly. “I killed a demon and you human mutt are coming with me. You seem to have got pinker, prettier and healthier here. I can’t wait to have a piece of you now,” the villainous assassin licked his lips with his eager tongue while lust swarmed in his disgusting eyes. “YOU JUST SIGNED YOUR DEATH WARRANT, KARRRR,” Damon scream

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.