Slay Demons Novels & Stories

Blood-curdling screams were heard over and over again. Levitating in midair, Lucas let out a faint smile. The zombies this time around were really wild, but he would show them what it meant to be truly wild. Lucas was seen raising the Dragon Slaying Saber high in the air. He employed the Level 2 Immemorial Demonic Script, and a demonic aura enveloped his blade. "The—Immemorial—Demonic—Slash!" Lucas' voice seemingly traveled through the ages as it echoed ceaselessly in the air.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

"But what choice do you have?" What choice do I have? "Are you threatening me?" I question. "Do you truly want to live a life always wondering who you are, who you are meant to be?" He taps my chest, right above my breasts as if to indicate that beyond, power may lay, curled up and dormant. "No, but-" His grip on me tightens. "You are a Demon. You may not want to admit it, but you and I are the same, and when a world wants your kind eradicated, you have to stick together."

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

An awesome racing legend in its era, this silver seraph was designed with the finest in styling, racing, and reliability in mind. Soldiers of the Holy Empire fight with greater courage and less fear when there is a Seraph amongst their ranks, for death is not necessarily permanent. After this period of time, the system operation, monitoring and measurement of process and the internal audit, seraph success through these standards, certification. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad …

This must be the failed transformation. "The master can't see these failures. Get rid of them and find fresh humans," The leader said, killing off everyone in the cage. I nodded silently at my team, before speeding out of the shadows. I slashed the throat of one of the demons with the sharp tip of my claw. His skin began to burn, and swiftly, I detached his head from its body. The burn was the effect of the purified steel at the bottom of my claws. It was more lethal to the lowest order of ordinary demons. Cory and Andy were using their guns made out of purified steel and other substances lethal to demons.

But for every demon that fell, ten more seemed to rise up in its place, their numbers unending. Damon was a skilled fighter, trained by his cousin Roshan in the art of demon-slaying. He had been taught to harness his demonic powers, to wield his sword with precision and deadly force. But even with his superior training, the sheer number of demons began to take its toll.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The force of it acted like a physical hammer, launching Chayton off him and sending the archer skidding across the concrete floor for ten feet. Kael scrambled to his feet, his chest heaving, a dark, shimmering aura clinging to his skin. Chayton rolled to a stop and pushed himself up, his eyes wide with a cold, righteous fury. "Of course," he spat, his voice trembling with rage. "Of course a demon would cheat. You couldn't win as a man, so you used the rot." "It was... an instinct," Kael rasped, though the look in his eyes wasn't apologetic. It was defiant.