Snake Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The Human Hunter that started their brief fight walks over and stands in front of Seraphina, leaving the Demon to feed off of her as he slides his hand on her cheek and chuckles, “Such a waste of a beautiful woman. If you weren’t cursed and such a threat, I would take you back as my personal slave…” The Human Hunter shakes his head and sighs, “Alas, that can not be… Sar, KILL HER!” The Demon bites down just a little harder as he pulls out the dagger and slams it back in. The Human Hunter chuckles again as Seraphina’s eyes close and she goes limp in the Demon’s arms. The Demon sucks one more mouthful of the werewolf’s blood then pulls his fangs out of her neck and lets her go, allowing her to

They overheard him fall to the ground. “Aw!” Cael complains. “Cael, are you okay?” Kyra shouted. “I’m fine...” Cael shouted. “My limbs are still intact.” Kyra and Damon enter the door. They looked around, and there was nobody in the corridor. “Who threw Cael?” Damon asked. “Not who. The proper word is what,” said Kyra. “Demon serpent,” Damon looked at what Kyra was looking at. In front of them was a demon with a long snake-like scaled body with an arrow-shaped head spread out like a cobra. It also has yellow, serrated spiky teeth and black eyes.

She rolled, ducked, and weaved through its relentless assault, retaliating with precise strikes from her silver blade. The serpent's scales bled black venom, staining the ground beneath them, but Edna refused to yield. Belial, witnessing the hunter's tenacity, grew frustrated. She summoned more serpents, their numbers overwhelming. Yet, Edna fought on, her movements fluid and purposeful. With every serpent she dispatched, she grew closer to her goal. Finally, with a mighty swing of her blade, Edna severed the head of the colossal serpent, its lifeless body collapsing to the ground with an earth-shaking thud. The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Edna's labored brea

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”

She had to find him and skin him alive, it was not like she believed it but just to be on the safe side. She looked at them one last time before calling on the reptile that moved to her swiftly and received a part to the head while chewing on the hand of a man, "Good boy" she cooed, She was derora, demon of the abyss, she had a reputation to uphold.......... ************************************ Jason first felt the power of the earth seep through him, mixing with the power of aether, he gradually felt his body go back to his original state, Thanks loathem he thought,

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

"You think there's some one else for her heart?" "There is. But before we go there, I'm gonna answer your second question. The demoness in Diana isn't the real demoness you all once knew, she is just a reflection, the opposite of the long dead demoness." "That's exactly what Snake told me." "Yes, he is right. She has every conscience, every memory of the real demoness but she is not her. And she has a purpose for coming, a bad one."

More gasps go up around me, but I ignore the surprise on everyone’s faces as I reach for the human that is now glaring at me like I kicked her dog. Dracula seethes with anger beside me, but he says nothing to challenge what I have just said. Color drains from the announcer's face as he realizes that he will not be making any money off of the woman that he thought would set him up for a while. A wicked grin spreads across my lips at the satisfactory thought of this little worm not getting ahead. When my hand is close to touching the weak little human, she does something that I should have expected. She slaps my hand away from her and crosses her arms over her chest in her most intimidating po

She said with a serious voice. "Whipped? People are whipped here?" I asked with wide, disbelieving eyes. She nodded. "Darling, these are demons. They are not good creatures. They are revengeful, possessive and strong beings. Do not get on their bad side. They commit horrible, horrible things. The King had a prisoner from the human realm the other day. His eyes were taken first." She explained.