Slay Demons Novels & Stories

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

More shadows emerged. One... two... three... four. Each one different: one was skeletal, long limbs twisted and bent; another had no face, just blank skin stretched where features should have been; a third stepped forward with armored flesh, wielding a weapon. A fourth descended from the ceiling as if gravity meant nothing to it. Rea's breath caught. There was no time to ask, to think. The demons struck as one—and the narrow cave mouth filled with them. Kael let out a roar and launched forward, dealing death with his first step. His blade flared red as it cleaved one of the demons in two. The creature didn't scream—it simply vanished like a dark illusion, its task complete. But the others ha

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

Clouds gathered above like a plague. Faith pointed. “What the fuck is that?!” Partheos emerged from the sand once more, roaring with demonic fury. “The dawn of a new age has begun!” He lunged at Scott with a massive claw made of swirling sand. “Scott, watch out!” Faith cried. Scott dove, rolling under the strike. “Oh shit!” As he stood, Demonslayer ignited in his hands again. He slashed upward, cutting through the demon’s claw. Partheos howled as the limb exploded.

"Speaking of a… demon. Do you have silver knives?" He chuckled darkly. "Yes, do you want one?" "No, I took one of those that Cybele wanted to kill me with," I said, not without a sense of irony. Then I shifted my eyes to the group of demons, which was advancing on us. As the creatures noticed us, their shrieks and snarls spread across the corridor. A second later, the group of five demons lunged at us. Thankfully, the poison I'd been given earlier was out of my system, and I could attack those demons with my full strength. Those demons were fast, but not fast enough. Tyrion and I dodged their hits with ease while they couldn't cover their eyes and avoid being stabbed. We killed two demons in

"I can tell that your precious mate and the sorceress will not make it. Knowing the extent of your powers, you've created a deep passage that could lead them straight into Tartarus" Layla balled her hands into fist but remained quiet. She would not let him get a reaction from her. Seeing how Layla kept staring at him without acting up, Hades grew furious. He flicked his fingers and suddenly, all the lycans, the minotaurs, the desert creatures and all other creatures that had been fighting against the devil and his legion suddenly fell to the ground unconscious, making themselves an easy target for the demons of hell. Layla's eyes widened in fear when she noticed the demons moving towards her

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

“Wolves, zombie things, these ghost creatures that just sort of hung in the mist.” “She’d throw fireballs at us,” Cassidy continued. “And she gave birth to that damn demon baby.” “That thing was creepy,” Elliott said. “She’s bad news, Lil Jo. That’s about all there is to it.” Jo nodded. She figured as much. “How do we kill her then?” “We don’t,” Cassidy reminded her. “We take her hostage.” “That sounds even harder,” Jo noted. “It will be. We have some of the silver cuffs Christian created. They’ve held some pretty badass Vampires over the years, but I have no idea if they’ll hold Holland.”

Elroy was intrigued by such a man. “A rank one demon, the only known one." Lukas replied, "remember this Elroy, dark souls are a torn in the flesh at times, when on the verge of death they set ablaze their surrounding with black vapors capable of eating your flesh up, they can be killed by wounding them gravely, but the safest way to kill them is by beheading, they are capable fighters.” "How can one escape the blast in the worst case possible?” “Get a clean cut and pray it's deep enough or beheading becomes the only option.”

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.