Tasty Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

It seemed like the normal routine as Damian also was being spoon-fed and romanced by his own ladies companions. Is this a vampire thing or just his? I really don't know but damn this is the life! I don't know what actually tastes better. Is it the food or the pleasure from their touches? I really can't say, all I know is that this is the best dinner I have had in my whole life! “So tell me are you enjoying your food?" Damian asked, calmly but I still haven't been able to get used to his cold, soulless voice. “Absolutely," I said, moaning slightly as I felt one of the ladies hands sliding down my abs towards my pants.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

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.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

"You’ve made too many enemies that you can't keep track, haven’t you?" Morana snarled in my mind. "Let me out. We’ll paint the walls with their blood." I flexed my fingers, feeling the hum of power beneath my skin. "Careful, boys. I was having lunch." The demon’s grin widened. "Then consider this... dessert." In a flash, he lunged at me, claws extended. I sidestepped, grabbing a steak knife from the shattered table and slashing upward. The blade sank into his shoulder, eliciting a roar of pain.

“Let me introduce him to you. “This is Demon who ranks first in underground boxing. “His only hobby is to eat human flesh. Thomas Mayo, let’s feed him with your flesh today. “Demon, eat him!” Demon curved the corner of his lips slightly, and he rushed toward Thomas swiftly. His extremely high speed was incredible.

And he did so. “Aralyn, I will take off your handcuffs now to enable you to eat. Trust is a two-way road. Can I trust you?“. I nodded my head, and he did as promised. I sat upright and finished the meal with lord-knows-what-kind of the demon in silence. The silence was pleasant, unlike the plans that unfolded in my head. I almost felt sorry for demon-doctor-shaman-healer whatsoever, guy. Speaking of which, why do all of them look so hot, goddammit? Shouldn’t demons look like humpbacks with ulcers and horns and, I don’t know, that kind of crap? Apart from their shitty personalities, all of them were well-built and muscled with faces like they were deities and not evil-to-the-core-demons. This

demon:- hi, I forget to tell you, that I don't have a girlfriend and bring cake for you. she throws the thing at the demon, hammer knife at him demon:- don't kill me, sorry I hurt your feeling. Jamie:- why you said you not going to come home, tell me it is because of me, you hate me that much if you hate me that much I am leaving this place right away. demon hug her tightly, he can feel her breathe and her heartbeat, the fragrance of her perfume, the silkiness of her hair and her soft skin demon:- I am sorry, I am distancing myself from you because I am in love with you sexually, I am sorry but I couldn't stop myself.

He got out of the thick smoke, but the demon was below him, releasing a dark slash. Fortunately, he avoided the dark slash when he released an ice slide. He made the end of the slide reach where the demon was. Before the demon could attack him again, he quickly slipped into it as the dark slash passed to his left. The dark slash split the clouds in the sky. When he got close to the demon, he hit him in the side with his sword. The wound was deep, making the dark red blood overflow.

Now Zachariah was sure that he read somewhere that Demons were like Werewolves and had an intolerance to silver. However, he was not sure how true it was, so he picked up Yasmine's Gurkha Kukri knife, which is coated in silver, and walked out of the castle. Zachariah shakes himself and gives the order to the warriors behind him to flank him as he entered and focused on his first Demon to attack.