Who Is The Author Of Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Dear readers, it's DaoistLv 💕💕 here. I have been in darkness for the last two months. Power outage so it makes updating my chapters impossible. I have been thinking... Why not we discus more about my new book, SLAYER OF THE DEMON RACE.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

No man dared raise a blade against the fated rule of Dragon and Salamander, no matter how dark and miserable the days turned. But then, a lone ray of hope pierced through. A nameless man succeeded in taking a dragon with him to the afterlife; something that had previously been deemed an impossible task. The man was the first slayer and would only be remembered by his generic name Dragon Slayer (Toryu). His feat quickly entered the realm of legend. His story was sung and passed down in secret gatherings, lauded in soft voices around a dimmed fire. But deep down the hearts of men, it kindled a far grander flame.

She knows that Aitan has a point but, she still can't accept the fact that she's a demon. "I'm a demon... How am I supposed to accept that?" She asked softly then hugged her legs. "You've always been a demon, princess. You've always been one since the day that you were born and you can't change it." Aitan answered. "That's the reason why you should control your power then use it against the enemies of your family." He added. "I understand..." Alexis sighed then Aitan went out of the bathroom to give Alexis some time to reflect to herself. •*•*•*•*

he smirked. Arianna slammed the book on the table and stood up, her green eyes piercing through his red ones. "Good as well!," she said, "cause I wouldn't wanna be stuck with a petty Demon who doesn't even own a shirt!" with that she walked angrily out of the library. As she left, Damian who was stunned by her words sat there with an amused expression, this girl really was something. "Strange person" he mumbled as stood up and floated out of the library. He couldn't stay couped up as Arianna's servant, a prince like him was never brought up to be any one's servant.

Asked Hana, squinting her eyes, paying close attention to Stevanus's movements. Stevanus nodded his head, "Of course. Even before you started approaching me, I immediately knew who you really were, " He laughed softly, "So how?, is it fun being the secretary of a demon like him?" He asked. Hannah grimaced in annoyance when she heard Stevanus' question, talking about the demon, it was he who deserved to be called the demon. Even though Delldora was often annoying, he was still a very decent human. Unlike Stevanus, even Hannah felt that the demons might feel inferior because they were less evil than her.

My poor kid, the hardships his body has been sharing with mine must take a toll on him sometimes. I also felt all of my energy returning to my body before my first wave of demon attack. After leaving Hunnie I teleported to the temple across the world. I figured I wouldn't make it, landing somewhere in between, or collapse once I got to the temple. To my surprise, I actually felt great! Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm.

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.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about