Tanzen Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Miss Lan appeared in front of the demon and immediately slashed at him with her technique. "Damn it! Ghost Light!" Miss Lan, who had just slashed, suddenly couldn’t see the Demon, and she felt that her slash hadn’t hit anything. When everything returned to normal, sure enough, the Demon had vanished from her sight. BOOOOOMMMMM.. "I will definitely take my revenge; I, the Blood Demon, will never be afraid! Just wait, you filthy woman—my revenge is coming!"

The question hung between them. Before Lyria could answer, a shadow moved across the upper balcony. Valeria noticed first. “Ah,” she said softly. “He always observes before he intervenes.” Lyria looked up. There he was. The Demon King. Standing on the balcony of the western wing. He did not speak. He did not move. He simply watched. And he was not looking at Valeria. He was looking at Lyria. One second. Two. Three. Valeria spoke without taking her eyes off the balcony.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

Their faces were set with determination, and they chorused in unison, "Yes, my alpha!" Chris's voice rose above the others, his confidence infectious. "We're gonna take down that demon and bring our Luna home." Their enthusiasm was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and purpose. But I knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. We'd need all the help we could get to take down Dracula and rescue Bella and it might even be enough at the end.

Tsuki was right in the middle of negotiations between the demons that could join him, in an alliance, among them, the very demon that represented laziness. - So, you have to beat me in my game, in reality, it's easy to beat me in my territory. - Laziness said. - Do you accept a video game? – Tsuki questioned. - I accept, but the timer is running. - He said. At that time, the sloth, or the devil personified, was a giant elephant-sized version of a brown and purple sloth lying there sprawled on the floor next to the conference table.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

Which meant that if they knew Antonio he was no novice demon. “Whoa hey what are you doing?” A woman said stepping out, demon. A high level demon too and he wasn’t going to let her stop him. He’d tried nice first to see if that would work. “Tanner.” She glanced down the hall for a second. He stood there and his air said she better let him by or else.