Warabihime Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She's got moonglow tits that bob in night waters, perfect round globes like curled-up white rabbits with black peaks of areola and gray nipples because she's all poison and ebony eyes and milky skin. She's curled up in my closet in a nest fit for the Zu bird and sweet seraph curses and she crows and speaks the language of birds that are girls, or girls that are monsters, with scaled legs and owl wings from ancient Sumerian carvings, but she's not perched on two lions, her thin wan legs are jumping on your bed and you're throwing pillows at each other and painting her lips and talons with a pop of cherry poison. It's all fun and games until arsenic kisses and slashed throats of words fly, it'

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

Virando was looking at his Pretty Sumico’s leaving his bedroom with some of his monolog underneath the strait of his mind, feeling and perception. I can’t stand with red orpiment, Sumi Darling… Whether it’s small or large quantity, red orpiment will be immensely deadly to us. I’m not an ordinary human, Sumi Darling… I’m a… a… a yaksha… I’m a demon… But, apart from that, I really have a sincere love and heart towards you. I love you so truly, madly, and deeply, since long and long time ago, since the first time I saw you. I can even sacrifice anything for you, just to fight for our togetherness in the future.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

he hissed, staggering back. Aria’s claws struck his chest, silver light exploding. He roared, his form cracking, blood smoking. The rift pulsed, the crimson wolves dissolving, but the Daughter grabbed the shard, her claws glowing. “You’ll pay for this!” she screamed, slashing the shard across the altar’s ruins. Crimson light erupted, the rift splitting wider, a new figure emerging not a wolf, but a woman, her fur blazing with crimson fire, her eyes glowing with divine rage.

With one last flicked of her finger Dev throw the drop of blood towards her as the whole array finally lit up and engulfed the person inside. “Your Highness….don’t worry about me…” The demon then finally fell into the ground with a loud thud. “No! Don’t die…ah!! Noo” The woman helplessly banged the barrier as the tears endlessly gush on her cheeks. Hellion blinked her eyes hard as she gave one hard punch on the barrier. As the whole array lit up, the image of Dev slowly fade in front of her. “No! Dev wait—”

Gripping my arms so tight I knew I'd have bruises. "Ishara is a War-Master. She didn't just attend the Academy; she rewrote the curriculum. She is the youngest female to ever hold the rank of Commander. She specializes in dismantling opponents piece by piece." He shook his head. "I sparred with her for ten years. I never won. Not once. She is faster than Viggo. She is smarter than Wolfy. And she is crueler than me." "So she's a monster," I whispered. "She is a scalpel," Barzil corrected. "And you just offered her your throat."

I saw the Lycan drape a cloak around her shoulders before she went upstairs. And I was fucking grateful. I tore through two more of Yahir’s warriors, forcing my way toward him. He was fighting Sibad—the master of ceremonies—trying to push past him to escape. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” I snarled, yanking Yahir back by the collar and slamming my fist into his face. Blood splattered across the floor. “The… the Demon… the wolf Demon!” Sibad stammered as he dropped to his knees.

Demons stood around, looking at us curiously. Two demons in particular caught my attention. Guirita and Shea. Guirita was dressed in a dark red dress, from head to toe covered in dark fabric. Shea was dressed in riding gear and had weapons all over her body. "Is Shea coming?" I asked with disgust. Both ladies heard me, and looked at me with widened nostrils, their eyes dark with anger. "Shea will come as a servant, yes. She has some war experience. If you need anything, just ask her." Samael said. Shea instantly looked down and folded her hands behind her back neatly. Like she was some perfect servant. I wouldn't be asking her anything, even if I was dying from drought.

Sybil felt a little sick at the idea of being happy at killing something so innocent. “Are you sure you know what this is?” She nodded. Clearly the demonic had a serious issue going on at the moment. This war being fought, it was with truly evil creatures. “A demon, and the only kind of spider demon I can think of that meets what I feel and see is the Jorogumo. I’ve only heard, never seen nor dealt with something of that caliber. From what I know it’s a female demon and she is a high level one.” Aries jaw clenched slightly and he looked really dark.