Tasty Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Rayline. Taylor looked surprised and nervous. It looked like I might not like his answer. "Taylor," I started again, "I'm not going to run away from Cole, and I'm not going to run away from you either." I knew Taylor was a good person, he seemed genuine and not evil, whatever he was, he was obviously very nice to me, so I thought there was no way he could be that bad. "I'm a demon." That's when he finally said it, answering in one breath.

"I don't care if you're a murderer, I just want to eat." Then that's when I met Jieun a.k.a Ayu, she's also a Demon assassin and she was the one who recruited me and then I met the four Demon Gods, Demian, Seth, Ruthven and Azazel. They are all living in the underworld. They're Demons but they all look like they live on Mt. Olympus, well, all bad guys are rather good looking handsome or just like me, super good looking pretty handsome. Those ugly ones? They are just good, doing evil things.

Good boy. Dean raised his sword again and started to dismember the burning body, hacking at it with wicked glee. A pleasing thrum vibrated through him with every limb that tumbled over into the opening to hell and he sincerely hoped that demon enjoyed his presents. His hacking paused when he glimpsed a blackened heart through the gaps of visible bones and he crouched down quickly in excitement.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

I shove the book to the side and grab the one about monsters, frantically tearing through the pages until I find the section on demons. It’s not overly detailed and now I wonder if Caleb knows more. What am I thinking? Of course he does. From what I understand, there are several levels of demons and each one likes to feed off of its chosen preference. For instance, a lust demon thrives on sexual energy and may require two or three daily feedings, depending on its specific characteristics. There is a sloth demon that basically feeds off of laziness until the person becomes so incapacitate it then eventually claims their soul. The worst kind of demon, though, is one that feeds off of pain and

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"

He stuttered, his wide eyes focused on me while his filthy stuttering was making me more frustrated than I already was. "You know what is a demon? A demon is someone who takes away your soul." I said before raising my hand in the air as a small branch made its way towards me, and before he could say anything else, I stabbed him with the branch. One time, two times, three-time, ten times. I kept stabbing him until his body stopped moving. Looking at the blood on my hands, loving the scent of it, I inhaled it before taking a small lick of it. I bet Emerald will be happy to drink some blood.

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

Silas could feel Chastity's determination, an unyielding spirit that mirrored the ferocity of the Lycan within. Dylan, now an ancient vampire with power eclipsing his previous form, unleashed a torrent of dark energy. The demonic aura enveloped him as he lunged at Chastity with newfound ferocity. The battlefield quivered with the clash of titans, and the moon bore witness to a struggle that transcended the boundaries of supernatural conflict.

He liked that just as much as I did, "Slap that pussy again." "No, no, don't," I beg, but I hold my legs open and when he actually slaps me again, I almost come right there, "Ah! Oh my god." "You're so pathetic, Lily," Damon laughs, taunting me like a true demon, before slapping my pussy one more time, then he starts fucking me again. This feels way too good, I can't even follow the scene anymore, I'm loving this, "You want more, baby? Want me to slap your slutty pussy some more?"