Sumiyoshi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure the feeling is mutual." The demon released my finger and let out a soft cheep as if it were trying to placate me. "What am I supposed to do with it?" Poe reached out and accomplished what I couldn't, running a finger along the silky looking feathers of the demon's back. "He's still very young, so he wouldn't be much help in a fight, but there's something to be said about the demons that come so easily to a Summoner's hand. Those tend to be bound closest to us. Like Hunter and his demon, Mai."

As Zayla’s mom swooped down toward the ground, her magnificent wings unfurled like dark sails. With a fierce motion, she snatched another demon from the air, her long, sharp black talons slicing through the thick air. In a ruthless twist, she tore its head clean off and ignited the remains in a furious blaze. After the remnants burned away into nothingness, she pursued more foes, leaving a trail of much-needed destruction in her wake.

Wilbur and Loja both stepped back, eyeing each other intently. Loja smiled faintly as he lifted his demon-subduing pestle, and a buzzing sound started to spread while the chants still echoed in the skies. In front of him, a five-meter-tall demon slayer appeared. It was also wielding a pestle as it charged at Wilbur. The onlookers could not help but cheer. Loja sure was impressive. He managed to summon a protector so easily. He truly was the strongest in Shia. At that moment, Wilbur swung his halberd, engaging the demon slayer.

The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good. Dyleon's grip tightened on Lysan’s arm. "You're not going to do it. You're not going to—" “I don't have a choice.” Lysan's voice was raw. “Roman is the only one who can help me in this predicament.” “No, Roman cannot be the only one.” Dyleon's eyes were burning with rage. “There’s always an option. We'd find another way. We'll—” "What if there isn't?" Lysan's voice was low.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

"You are summoning two?" "That is why I am linking with you. I am powerful, and so are you. We can do this." "You are summoning Mnemosyne, a self proclaimed goddess of memory... Buer, a great demon of healing..." I moved closer, studying the names written in blood. "They will demand a boon." "I intend to pay." "Miyori—" "I just need the well of a royal blood to make sure they obey my summon." Royal blood. My blood. The blood of Asmodeus’s son.

King Arsen summoned loyal followers from the representatives of each demon race. The four shirtless demon youths entered the water one by one. They were performing the maturity ritual just like King Arsen. The religious leader wearing a white robe read a prayer and then grabbed a flower like what was done to King Arsen earlier. The religious leader then left the pool along with the five demon youths who were staring at the direction where the Aurora Jewel was. They then submerged themselves into the water for a few moments. Suddenly, a very dazzling bluish light appeared from the Aurora gem. The elders and some members of the kingdom were startled and immediately stood up. So were the five y

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

Sitting in Annastasia and Mallory’s living room--again--Cadon tried to stay quiet and let Jamie and Ashley answer all of the questions the girl had. Plenty of questions popped out of her mouth as they were talking about the pluses and minuses of becoming a Hunter. Mallory’s biggest concerns seemed to be actually having to fight Vampires and the pain that she would have to undergo in order to turn herself into a Hunter.

“I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.