Tanjiro X Douma Novels & Stories

Tamamo's eyes were filled with desire as she licked her lips. “Wait a minute,” Sutoku interrupted. “Are you saying that Shuten-douji lost to a single human?” “Yup! That human was able to go defend against the [Thousand Army Decapitation]. He was also able to break through the gourd.” “I see. Then it should be easy.” Amaterasu was somewhat relieved. If it were a single human, then Tamamo should be able to handle it. That vixen enjoyed hunting down attractive males, after all.

His father are by her side to give support and Silas and his fathers beta are in the garden by the packhouse. There is footsteps running toward them and a pair of twin boys are coming towards them. "Oh there you are" the beta says and both boys say "father". Silas looks up at them and he smiles at one of them but the other he eyes carefully. "Kenji and Taro" Silas says and I gasp. Taro doesn't have any scar and are a copy of Kenji but even at this age I can tell there is something wrong with Taro, his aura is off.

Dora added. “So that I can fuck Kartika till the last of our breath!” Varz added. “He has been matured now,” Arz said smiling. “Yeah, literally,” Alfi said in disgust. “Well, Doki-Doki users are weirdos. I shouldn’t have been surprised hearing his "true" motive in the first place anyway.” Alfi added. Duo's head emits purple Iru, and it runs entering Varz’s body. “AND NOW YOU CAN USE DORADUO, THE SWORD ON YOUR WAIST. I AM SURE YOUR MOTHER IS HAPPY RIGHT NOW.” Duo said.

Murosane Kouji was a formidable opponent, no doubt. All seven feet and three inches of him towered over the court like a moving wall. Taiga hadn’t scored yet. The scoreboard glared down at them with a cruel 8 to 0. His feet moved, but his focus was somewhere else entirely. Or rather, on someone else. Tatsuya Roku. His brother. Here. In Japan. On the opposing team. Kouji’s team scored again. Ten to zero. Taiga clenched his fists. He needed to snap out of it. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. He could confront Tatsuya later. Right now, he had a game to win.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Shmue replied to Dum. Tattoo?? “What kind of tattoo?” Dum asked Shmue looked in the bag he was carrying for something and then gave Dum a photo. "Here, I know I'm going to forget what tattoo it was, so I surreptitiously snapped a picture with it," Shmue said slyly to Dum with a mischievous smile. I attempted to see what type of tattoo it was, but I was so far away that I couldn't see it. I have no option but to approach towards them and summon Dum in order to fully view the tattoo.

The idea in Aurora’s mind had already taken shape. “Marry into the Dumont family? Could she be interested in Manuel Dumont?” Danica was very surprised. "You know who Manuel Dumont is?” Aurora’s heart which was hanging in the air finally fell into the lake, sinking down little by little. Her face clouded over. Danica noticed that Aurora’s face was not right. Turning sideways, she asked, "You know him?" Aurora didn't answer her question, but only continued, "What is the relationship between Manuel and Gia?"

Has white hair. Mange:- they have a history of delinquency and being displaced by social services but seems to be normal kids. Tanjiro- A guitar player who's energy reminds Kagami of Izanagi at times, a blonde haired brown eyed fellow. His quiet and focused demeanor often make others see him as the leader of the group but that's not completely the case.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.