Slay Demons Novels & Stories

“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE PITS YOU RAN TO, KAEDEN VANE. YOU’VE BROUGHT YOUR SOUL TO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE.” I shake my head, my teeth gritting so hard I fear they’ll shatter. "Get out of my head!" “YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW AND PAINFUL” The air becomes darker and I realise that the shadows have slightly materialised. I can see sketches of the demons in my peripheral vision, their grey, elongated limbs with too many joints, fingers that end in hooked, obsidian talons. They are slithering along the ceiling, cackling and hissing at me.

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."

I raise my hand once more, signaling for silence as I lock eyes with each demon in the room. “We shall not cower in the face of this threat. We shall meet it head-on, with blades bared and hearts unyielding,” I continue, my words resonating with conviction. “Together, we are unstoppable. Together, we are invincible. Let our enemies tremble at the mere mention of our name, for we are the true rulers of hell!” As the applause and cheers echo off the stone walls of the throne room, I feel a surge of pride and determination course through my veins. The bond between myself and my demonic warriors is unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with.

“What are you talking about? What AIDS? “Why are you cursing my son? I’m going to kill you!” I took a step back and held up my phone to record the scenario. I glared at Charlie, who was stunned. “Don’t come near me! What if you have more needles on you? “Someone call the police! Quick! “This is a biological attack. This is assault! “Block the doors! Don’t let them escape!” My shouts shocked everyone around me. A few brave men immediately rushed to the doors and blocked them.

There was a murderous intent on his face. Thump! Brayden knelt on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed, “Great Demon Lord, please don’t kill me. I will be your slave for the rest of my life.” He was terrified. Demons were terrifying existences. The whole world had fought against the demons in the past but was defeated. Without the several powerhouses that sacrificed themselves, the Earth and the other thousands of worlds would have been wiped out by the demons long ago. “Die.” James’ face darkened.

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

As I was saying, he went on as Pagomaris nearly wept, clapping her hands at her servants, sending them scurrying for something suitable to my taste, your opposition won't expect you to be ready since neither of you has experience. I beg to differ, I shot back. I've been in lots of fights. That helped me feel a little better. I'd been through a hell of a lot and managed to survive. Surely I could handle a demon or two considering the firepower I had at my disposal. I remind you, Sass sent, stern and almost harsh, no use of other powers. Only demon. Unless you want to be put to death? Oh crap. Gotcha. Slash attack, Sassy sent. Take out their shields first then work from the bottom up. Most don

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

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.

They were part of who the inhabitants of the Qing Blessed Land call evil cultivators of the ‘Demonic Faction’. The members of the Demon Slaying Hall were people who had their souls reconstructed to achieve a battle prowess higher than their peers of the same level of cultivation. Those who had reconstructed souls in general had their emotions sealed off. It did not totally cut off their emotion, but depending on the depth of their cultivation, it caused the members to feel less intensity when it came to their negative feelings, thus allowing them to have calm minds when facing enemies stronger than them. It also allowed them to fully practice the Dao of Slaughter as they could easily grow st