Novel & Cerita Wattpad Demon Slayer

"H-He granted me power to save me from suffering. I saw him in my dream and...He told me to use this power to avenge what I went through." I didn't expect his self-belief, he's also the Gaurdian wolf of Divine Flame. I told him, "The real Guardian wolf of Divine Flame would not advice you to get revenge. He's one of the moon goddess trusted Guardians. The power you possess is indeed divine, it's yours but it has been manipulated by your inner demon." "W-What?"

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.

Marcus’s wonder, Darius’s fierce protectiveness, Zane’s quiet reverence, Kael’s pure joy - it all washed over me in waves. *From that night on, everything changed. I wasn’t just the orphan they’d saved anymore. I wasn’t just the alpha’s adopted daughter. I was a true alpha female, powerful in my own right, and somehow, inexplicably, I was theirs in a way that transcended simple family bonds.* “Lyra,” Zane’s voice pulled me back to the present. “Look.” I focused on the ceremony just in time to see the first awakening of the night. Young Sarah Collins, the baker’s daughter, gasped as golden light blazed in her eyes. Her wolf was strong, confident, settling into her with obvious ease.

There was a black mist coming from Sarah's eyes as she stared at her opponent. " I WILL KILL YOU!" The demon yelled in rage losing its composure. Its tentacles were divided into thirteen and were shot in her direction. "I will purge you!" Sarah whispered. The teen kicked off the ground, leaving a pile of rubble to elevate off the ground. As she dashed, dodging the multiple tentacles, a black mist formed in her other hand creating another sword. With that, she cut through the multiple attacks and performed a few flips dodging others. When she got close enough, she slashed its chest drawing a good amount of blood.

“And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm, I’m the main course on his menu?” “Precisely,” Enyeto said. “Your body is brimming with pure zhil vae. To a vhal liri, you are a walking battery of the very power he needs to fully bridge the gap between worlds. He wants to skin your essence and wear it.” “And what’s in it for us?” Kael asked, his posh accent returning with a sharp, sarcastic edge. “Aside from the pleasure of not being turned into a celestial tracksuit?”

I couldn’t do anything because it was the truth. The Pazuzu unfurled its wings then, blotting out the red moonlight filtering through the cracks. Its claws reached for my daughter, jaws open in a screech that rattled the stone. “Kill her,” Bahar ordered, her voice low, delighted. The demonic pazuz lunged. Manolya’s scream split the air, but even as Pazuzu’s claws closed in, her hand dove into her pocket. She flung the nightshade sphere with all her strength.

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 ,

Dylan. Okay, so this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time with these guys. Yeah, they killed my dad, I mean that’s not great, even if I didn’t really like him that much, he did some really awful shit to these people, but he was still my dad. I can understand why it had to happen, plus it all led me to my cute little fairy doll. It does sting though. I’ve heard everyone here calling her ‘Slayer’, which I thought was a bit of an odd name, especially for a fairy, but after to talking to Jordan for a bit I’ve learned that her name is Layah. They call her slayer because she’s ruthless on the battlefield and she’s saved everyone’s life here at least once or twice and has the highest body count

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

he muttered, and crawled forward. A boy stared up through the emergency hatch—acne, braces, eyes like coins and waved. Scott waved back at him, and a girl beside him clutched a plush koala and didn’t blink. “kid’s it’s o.k. I am one of the good guys.” Scott climbed onto his knees as he pulled himself onto the top of the coach. He unsheathed his sword from the towel, unwinding it. Demonslayer slid into his hand with Familiar weight and balance. He twirled the claymore with his right hand.