Sumiyoshi Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Accepting the Demon Within Sebastian ripped through the demons, slaying one after the other. One tried to run but he caught him by the throat, beheading him with a snarl of satisfaction. His inner demon relished the freedom. For the first time in his life Sebastian felt complete. Another demon nearly reached Victoria. Sebastian leaped for him, picking him clean off the floor, and tossing him out the window with a bellow. Nothing could stop Sebastian the Vanquisher from protecting his female.

Young growled and ripped the fabric of her tied hands, barely holding Blood back from ripping her apart. She was going to pay, but it was going to be by his human hands, not the demon ones that had trapped him in this impossible situation. It pained him to fight so gruesomely for her heart and spirit, knowingly urging her soul towards damnation. No matter how much the slices of humanity pierced what was left of his beating heart, the promise of finally joining her completely always won out. She was more precious than anything in existence, a perfectly balanced representation of the universe, heaven and hell, dissonance and harmony. If there was anyone that could save him while protecting her

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

He suddenly hit Istio which made his head just explode. “What are you doing in front of my master!?” This nameless demon walked in front of me, he covered Istio's body that was lying from my sight. "Introducing, my name is Zhar. Your master's body is very suitable as my replacement body. It's better for you to get out of the way than to be killed too!" "Woi demon! Why don't you have a name? Even though he has a name even though he was just summoned," I asked the demon.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

“So, this girl is your mate and so is the king of the werewolves. You keep calling her angel. Is she? Who was Indie’s mate? What is Serena? What’s going on?” He was getting more confused and upset. I knew the next part would be harder still. I would make sure he understood how important he was to me, Indie, and Serena. Denny needed to be on our side. I needed to fulfill my promise to keep Indie’s mates safe. “That’s a lot to answer, Dennis. Serena was Indie’s female mate. They’d been mated since they were fifteen. Serena is half succubus and half siren. Aria is her half-sister, by their father. She’s half succubus and half siren as well. He had a type. I guess Indie and I do to…” I laughed.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I’m borrowing her body for the meantime. You see, Zhemier is not his self. That means we can’t force ourselves in and we need a host.” Mizuko jerked her face towards Kenshi, in her eyes was a burning flame. “What did you do to Roya?” “Woah!” Kenshi raised his hands, a lopsided smirk on his face. “I didn’t do anything to her. She was already like that when I woke up and she’s no Roya, she’s Hikari.” “Hikari?” “Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.”

Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself. I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them. When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it. Her “True” form, I am pretty sure.

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

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.