Upper Five Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

I just want to die goddess:- there is one way 5 years test in that test demon with show you everything and make you do everything that give you pain if you survive that 5 years you become strong and then you can control full power. and If you fail you will die velliam:- I don't have any choice if i don't do it I live terrible life I am ready I don't care if I die goddess:- very well then raise your head I have to send you to demon world and one thing more there 5 years are equal to 5 days here

Yellowfang only rolled her eyes once more and looked as if she was ready to swipe the smug look off Smoke's face. "Fine, if you don't want my advice, than I'll tell you this," she began after shaking her head in annoyance. "Out of Thunder, Wind, Shadow, River and Sky comes the Great Five." The moment Yellowfang had said that, she began to fade away. Smoke's mind was still whirling with those words when she realized too late that she was alone once again. She blinked once, and when she opened her eyes again, Smoke found herself in an unfamiliar den.

“But she does not know what. We stay calm and stick to the plan.” A gong sounded, calling everyone to the grand hall. We filed in with hundreds of other wolves, finding seats in the massive circular chamber. At the centre stood five ornate thrones arranged in a pentagon. The Council of Five. One by one, they entered to fanfare and applause. Marcus Ironpaw, scarred and brutal. Victoria Bloodstone, beautiful and deadly. Alpha Thomas Nightbane, ancient and cunning. Alpha Sarah Moonriver, cold and calculating. And finally, Damien Silvercrest.

SWISSHHHH A figure of the Blood Ancestor appeared behind the fifth concubine and informed her that it was time for them to leave the demon realm. Hearing this, the fifth concubine nodded, indicating she understood what the Blood Ancestor had said. Glaring at Long Chen, she then turned her attention to the empress, who stood at the very front, protecting all those useless concubines. “Hm?” Long Chen snorted coldly and released a demonic aura toward the fifth concubine. In the sky, hundreds of skulls stared at the fifth concubine; if she made any strange movements, those skulls would descend to attack her.

His command echoed in the empty space as he took a handful of gulps of the blood given to him. Reid motioned one of his men and the vampire hiding his disgust ripped a part of his shirt before licking on it and wrapping it around her wound. Middle ranked vampires like Reid saliva had healing power while lowest ones like most servants couldn't heal anyone except themselves, and even their bodies would heal after many days and even months.

Frederick said as he took Jennifer’s hand and began to walk away. "Mr. Lester, watch out!" Levi suddenly shouted. Frederick looked up, and saw a shadowy figure darting toward them like a ghost. Amid the blur, he caught a glimpse of a "V" symbol. "You’ve got some nerve to step into Mirage!" Frederick’s face darkened. In an instant, he intercepted the figure. "Remember, the one who kills you is Five!" The attacker revealed himself as Five from Organization V. Five struck out at Frederick with a powerful blow. Frederick met his attack with equal force. The impact of their clash sent a cloud rising into the sky, as if a nuclear explosion had occurred.

"Actually, according to the shadowy clans' standards, the skill levels would be Tier One, Tier Two, Tier Three, Tier Four, and Tier Five. Each tier has five levels, which correspond to the War King, the military king, the God of War, and the general level. "A top fighter who's above the general level, like Prince Faber has mentioned, is someone who has entered Tier Five. According to my knowledge, the only person who has made it to Tier Five is the man by the king's side at Crystal Elegance Palace."

The room was empty and looked like a tornado had run through it. "What are they looking for," I questioned curiously, lifting an empty dresser drawer out of our way. Both men shrugged and continued to the open door. Samson peeked around down the hall and waved us forward. We all hurried down the hall and kneel down at the top of the stairs to see Mortas tied to a chair below surrounded by men in all matte black armor. One of the pricks was about to saw off Mortas's single horn. "That's a great insult for us demons," Dane whispered sadly. I gritted my teeth and stood.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.