Sad Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf." ******* Third Person POV Damian sat on the passenger's side. His elbow prompted on top of the window of the suv as he stares out through his dark aviator shades. "Two years....I gave her a bit over two years to rest. Now, I'm coming for you my lovely. Rest assure! I will either take you home, or take your head... but either way, I will have you. You're mine Selene! You must be mine!" He gritted his teeth. Clenched his jaw as his hand fisted tightly turning his knuckles white.

Solomon looked at the unconscious woman on the bed, and the next thing he saw on the screen was Salazar sitting on the bed and caressing her sleeping face. His blood pressure rose, and he was enraged upon seeing Sabrina lying unconsciously and unguarded. The worst thing was blood-thirsty demons surrounded her, he tried to control his temper, but no one could hold him when he saw Salazar appear on the video. Salazar slowly walked towards the bed of roses where Sabrina was lying, and he gave a sly smirk to the camera as if he was taunting Sol. Compelling enough, Sol’s aura changed from a helpless raging beast to someone who was definitely ready to kill anyone on his way.

I slipped into a slumber not long after I fell asleep. My deep sleep was flooded with a nightmare. I was drowning in something thicker than water. It smelled metallic, it couldn't be blood could it. I heard a horrid laughter that made my insides turn and twist. Pain filled my mind as I heard the man's laughter turn into taunting phrases. "No one will want you now." "Filthy Whore" "You're mine" the man's voice gave me goosebumps and made me shiver. He reached toward me submerging my head in the blood. I let out a scream and tried to fight him off. To no avail, I felt my lungs burn as I gasped in the thick blood.

★★★★ CAFETERIA They settled down on a sit as they ate. So, tell me about this school, Jeanne spoke up. She opened the cover of her water a gulp down a little quantity before speaking up. You see, Suga High is full of spoilt rich brat, bullies, and different characters. We have some students that are treated specially by the teachers. Really??...... tell me about them, she chipped in. We have Samantha Sobiech, the daughter of the largest share holder of the school, she's a full time bully, everyone knows she has a crush on Micheal.

Damon walked into his gym. He needs to let everything out or he might end up doing something stupid. Removing his shirt in one go, he didn't even wear the boxing gloves and started punching the punching bag wildly and right after a few blows the bag's hook broke and it fell down with a thud a little far away from where Damon stood. He wanted to kill Sadie. How f**king dare her to touch his mate. He just couldn't wipe out that scene from his mind. How his mate struggled as Sadie blocked her airways.

Then another. Within only a few minutes, Slade had an entire pile of dead witches, in a heap, right beside the pile of dead werewolves. Slade was on a rampage. This was his revenge. He lunged towards the Brotherhood of Breeders. They stood frozen, eyeing him with fear, their hands cupped over their private parts. Slade lowered his head and sniffed one of their legs. He had pissed himself, probably out of fear. Slade sniffed all the way up his body, until his nose was just inches with the man’s face.

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.