Tasty Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

“How do you know about that bastard?” Shrugging with nonchalance, he answered his friend. “He came first to me before he came here. I did not know during that time that he would come here in the dungeon, but seeing the traces of crimson aura that even the demon king cannot master – there is only one prideful demon left, the Halfling.” He paused as he observed the disheveled look of his friend before he continued. “The look you have now. I guess my intel about Damon the Prideful is correct… I guess he could really surpass the demon king if he only put his mind into it. I wonder who will win if there is a battle between Maleficent the Glutton and Damon the Prideful.”

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

“Hey, don’t garnish her with your saliva. The demon might find her distasteful tonight. We couldn’t afford to anger him.” ‘Oh. So the rumors about the girls leaving their cells at the age of 18 were true? Whoa! It turns out I’ll be one of those ladies to be served on the demon’s platter very soon,’ Layla thought. She could barely feel the pain since numbness had succumbed to her body but the discomfort inside her chest was strongly opposing the idea of her possible death. If only her hands and feet weren’t tied though the knot on her feet was kind of loose, she couldn’t see where to run in order to escape her fate. Just like anyone else, Layla didn’t want to die. Not yet. “Does the so-called

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

"I shouldn't trust you. Could you test it another way?" "I could," he agreed. "You'll give me a taste of your blood anyway when you release me, right? Just do it now." I put the cup on one of the corners of the pentagram, and the demon took a sip. He savored it, like a fine wine, let it roll on his tongue for a minute, then licked his lips and nodded.

A group of Seven demons shook the world by storm with their immense power. But just as how the demons evolve their existence. So does the Demon Slayers. They started forming organizations and started learning from each other around the world on how to kill demons and became stronger too. They were no longer known as Demon Slayers. They called themselves the purifiers of evil, The Exorcist. Unlike demon ranks they had class. From Low priest, High Priest, Arch Priest and Paladin. There are 12 paladins in the Exorcist organisation and the strongest one was chosen to be the Head Paladin and have absolute control over the organisation. They were strong even though less in number compared to demon

The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come. “Bael sent her where? Demon!!” Alexander growled, bolstering his inner force on the demon whose scales charred into ashes slowly, giving him the most agonizing pain. “I-I don’t know, my king. I was ordered to distract you, ”said the demon with great discomfort and remained as a demon until the last second before turning into ashes, gathering as a mound of soil. Until Alexander disappeared, and the shape of the demon’s body remained to kneel with unfortunate eyes.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

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.

“Woah… that’s… amazing!” She took a cautious step closer, awe evident in her voice. “I never thought demons could be… nice“ Slyvara glanced over her shoulder, a faint, mischievous smirk playing on her lips. “Neither did I… I didn’t know I had this side of me until today.” Zayla laughed quietly. “I’m not complaining.” “Careful,” Slyvara warned lightly. “This isn’t a habit.” “I’ll cherish it while it lasts,” Zayla said.