Tanjiro Dad Demon Form Novels & Stories

That energy. It wasn’t natural. Then came the alarm. “We’re under attack,” I muttered, heart racing. I bolted down the hallway, shifting halfway through the pack house, ignoring startled warriors and screaming pups. Outside, chaos had already broken loose. Warriors were assembling. Some were already bleeding. Then I saw it. The demon. It was enormous, shadow-black, humanoid, its face twisted into something almost amused. And in front of it … “No,” I whispered. “Dad.” He was already mid-battle. I watched as my father, Alpha Jerry, launched himself at the demon, his massive brown wolf form fast and powerful. He struck the demon's chest, clawing at its ribs, biting at its throat.

"No! No! I’m not losing you… You’re the only family I have. Please…" A loud swoosh broke the solemnity of my moment with Lucija and Patrea. My eyes widened as I saw tails coming out of my father’s body. His demon form has three tails, which he used to coil around Stone’s body and neck before he dragged him to the biggest fire around the cave. I had no idea if Father was stupid, and didn’t realize that Adan was not affected by fire anymore. Nevertheless, he raised his body and positioned him above the massive fire.

He has a heart that feels. Welma begins to rattle her head sideways in turmoil. Her mood dampens sorrowfully as her lips reluctantly begin to speak in a shadowy voice, “Our dad was a human with a mania for demonic prowess, and on one of his summonings, he got possessed by a Darkling. All rituals to force the Darkling to depart from a mortal body, were abortive...dad wasn’t willing to relinquish the new powers he was drunk in.”

I ask when he starts to revert back to his more human form. He shrugs. “It was easy for your father, though he was much more powerful than I am,” he tells me. “Go ahead and try it. You just concentrate and pull the shadows from down below.” “I really hope I don’t end up looking like you. I somehow don’t think that look will agree with me,” I murmur and he laughs. “You are not a demon so I would be surprised if you changed,” he says. He motions for me to try and I take a deep breath.

He did not realize that the fate of the outcast prince was so similar to that of the young farmer. "Why can't I trust your son? Why did he become a demon? Who is your son?" Arya Santanu asked repeatedly. The female spirit answered him using sign language. But she found it difficult to say his name. Finally, she wrote all the messages on the sandy ground. "The boy has deceived me and joined his father. He allied himself with the demon Hirayaksa like his father. Instead, he became bloodthirsty and power-hungry. He even killed his own father and turned him into an undead puppet." The female spirit finished writing her message on the sandy ground. The lines of letters formed a standard sentence

" I was overcome with warmth in my heart as I watched this conversation between a father and a daughter. I had happy memories of my childhood spent with my parents back on earth. Though that familiar love left me quickly, the brief love I did experience was sufficient. It appeared as though my human heart was suppressing the second heart at this precise moment because it was pumping a little more slowly than usual. The second heart I possess is definitely a demon heart, I've known that for a long time. The same thing explains why I am getting stronger and stronger every day. I was already capable of physically killing a peak B-rank warrior by this point. "Young Miss." The young girl came to

“Submit to me, and I’ll spare your father’s life. You and he will be free after a year.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. “Your pet?” He nodded, his smile turning wicked. “Yes, my pet. You’ll obey my every command, submit to my every whim. In exchange, I’ll spare your father and give you your freedom after the year is up.” I looked at Nathaniel, his eyes filled with fear and regret. He had been a terrible father, but he was still my father. Could I do this? Could I really submit to Carmine Moreno, the Demon Wolf, for a year?

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

It took a second for me to realize my mistake and by now, the cat was already out of the bag. Putting on my best smile, I turned to face the man who was my foster father, Conner Von Feltsper. Although, we didn’t share a normal father-daughter bond, he was my father according to law. He was a thousand year old demon and grapy’s second eldest son. But more than a father, he was my teacher. He was the one who taught me how to fight, not just with weapons, but also with my bare hands and without the use of my strength. He had taught me politics and statecraft, but most of all, he had taught me that I couldn’t trust anyone, not even my own shadow; for everyone wanted something from the Demon King