Tomioka Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

" No... you need to save the world to become a Platinum and even then it's only given to the leader. Which is why there's only been one Platinum holder so far." " Saki the Demon Lord Slayer! * Very creepy smile* The great Saki that ( Here is a lot of dialogue about how awesomely great Saki the Demon Lord Slayer and the millions of ways he uses to kill demons from bleeding to death to poisoning to an explosion. Then the detailed tale of how he killed the Demon Lord with the help of the Sword Maiden which was an epic battle that ended with the Demon Lord's head rolling on the ground. Then how he retired and taught others of his million ways of killing demons. He inspired so many that an entire

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

A figure stepped out, clad in a pristine white coat that glowed faintly under the flickering lights. Tomoya squinted, trying to make out the face of the man as he approached. The sight of him brought an unsettling rush of memories, like fragments of a shattered mirror piecing together. “Victor,” Tomoya whispered, the name slipping out before he could stop it. Rener’s hand squeezed his shoulder lightly, as if anchoring him in the moment. “That’s right,” the demon murmured. “Victor. A soul Takumi stirred once upon a time.”

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.

In that split second, an image gets burned into my mind: a short, shriveled-up old man with an elongated head wearing a silken robe - behind him stood terrifying creatures. I grin at this, but I’m shocked nonetheless. I know now that the Takahashi family is definitely not your average Yakuza and that this man in front of me is no ordinary leader. No wonder Kaen didn’t want his children to breed with these two because their heirs will be fucking powerful. Ever heard of the folklore painting ‘Hyakki Yagyō’ or The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons? Well, there’s a demon said to lead them, and right fucking now, I am looking at him - Nurarihyon. Well, a reincarnated version anyway.

She had witnessed the raw power of werewolves before, but Deimon's ferocity tonight was unlike anything she'd ever seen. Deimon turned his attention to the Earthstalker, its amber eyes wide with terror. The creature thrashed within the net, its desperate struggle a stark counterpoint to Deimon's primal calm. In a flash, Deimon's hand shot out, a single, powerful claw extended. With a sickening snap, he severed the Earthstalker's head from its body. The clearing fell silent, the weight of Deimon's actions hanging heavy in the air. He stood there, panting, the Earthstalker's head dripping blood in his hand, a grim trophy of his brutal victory.

They circled each other as terra considered her options, she was surely going to die if she did not find a kind of weapon lethal enough to harm a demon, Illummino She heard again, the demon jumped at terra as she slashed it with her flame blades, it landed and laughed, "I have faces flames worse than that terrena, I have spent over a millennium in hell and you hit me with that?" He said in a mocking tone, Illummino She heard again, That was when it clicked, but her wasting time cost me a slash by the demon's claw as she rolled away, it shrieked in glee as it made to kill her, and that was when terra released it, It went through the demon like a blade as it screamed, illuminos’ light, forged

Alverto Cassiero a scientist was murdered by the government when the after effect of the substance A13 which he created led to the death of the soldiers that fought against the aliens in the early 80's. Maria Cassiero who was Alverto's mother decided to seek revenge for her son's death and this led her to meet a demon called Diemon.Diemon helped Maria to avenge her son's death after making a pledge to him.Some years after,Diemon was tricked by a Chinese monk who casted a spell on him and turned him into a statue so as to save his student from being offered to him as a sacrifice.

As soon as it loosened its grip, I shoved it off me as hard as I could, then scrambled back before it could regain its composure. A hand grasped my arm and for half a second, I fought it with all my power thinking it was another Eater. I allowed the hand to help me up and gave Tom a grateful look as I settled on my shaky legs. I turned back to the Soul Eater and saw that it was starting to stand up again. Before I could do anything to incapacitate it, a gun came into view and the next thing I knew Tom stopped the creature with a shot to the head. I whirled around to him and gave him an angry look that darkened when I caught the look of glee on his face. "We don't kill them!" I shouted at him

He flashed her his death stare, and for a brief second, she thought of running to where her master stood. "That demons aren't real, because they are. And I would watch your man there carefully if I were you. He is a demon, a supernatural creature. How did you two even...it doesn't matter. My doom has come either way." She narrowed her eyes on him now. Visibly confused by everything he had said. It was the second time he was making such an accusation against her master, and now he was saying his doom had come. "What does that even mean?" Her bitterness was audible in her voice, visible in her eyes, but the older man did not seem to care.