Wisteria Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

“The covenant is nearly complete. You cannot close the portal.” “We’ll see about that,” Larkam growled. He charged. The claymore flashed once, missing. Then he spun with a reverse swing—this time, the blade sliced through Partheos’s midsection. The demon snarled. “Enough games.” Partheos surged forward in a storm of sand. Blades of grit and wind flayed Larkam alive. He screamed as his flesh was stripped in ribbons. In a final act of defiance, Larkam hurled Demonslayer to Scott’s feet before collapsing into the dunes.

“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.

There were also Willow and Lisa. The Andromeda Tiger summoned by Willow lunged forward. Its claws scratched wounds on the demoness' snake-like body that had sparked with minor flames. It even tore at her body with its mouth. Even though it did not manage to tear her apart, it still seriously wounded her. Willow's Dragon Scale Sword kept ringing. Several golden sword auras shot out from Willow's hand and struck the snake-like demoness, leaving many wounds on her. The demoness was in a mess from the attacks.

"Speaking of a… demon. Do you have silver knives?" He chuckled darkly. "Yes, do you want one?" "No, I took one of those that Cybele wanted to kill me with," I said, not without a sense of irony. Then I shifted my eyes to the group of demons, which was advancing on us. As the creatures noticed us, their shrieks and snarls spread across the corridor. A second later, the group of five demons lunged at us. Thankfully, the poison I'd been given earlier was out of my system, and I could attack those demons with my full strength. Those demons were fast, but not fast enough. Tyrion and I dodged their hits with ease while they couldn't cover their eyes and avoid being stabbed. We killed two demons in

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 ,

Because even knowing it was a demon, even knowing it would kill me without hesitation, I couldn't bring myself to use lethal force against a thirteen year old girl. The demon seemed to sense my hesitation and laughed. "Soft. Weak. You wolves and your precious morality. It makes you so easy to kill." It lunged for my throat. I tried to dodge but my injured ribs slowed me down. The small hands closed around my windpipe with crushing force. Black spots danced across my vision as my air was cut off. "Baby, no!" Kira's voice, broken and desperate. "Please, not him! Take me instead! Take me!"

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

What he was really interested in was the beautiful maiden lying there on the bed. She was beautifully dressed in silver white clothing and had an extremely fair skin with white hair that almost covered the whole bed. But what intrigued him the most was that she had wings. He bent down and took a closer look. He pierce into her soul and noticed something odd. She was alive but had no soul. Then he remembered the crystal above in the garden. 'Maybe that is her soul' he took her in his arms and carried her out. The light sprites closed the door as he got out of the room and followed him out. He was being welcome. For some reason the sprites had decided to place their trust in him. But it was mo

And very special thanks to my mom, Kim McCauley, for everything she has done for me. Please leave a review on the main page of the book! The following is a brief synopsis of the second book, 'The Demon Queen's Duty'. Madison Coto, Vasilia, vigilante, and mate of the werewolf king, Duncan Stanford, has been living with the Vasili, Anders Damon, for one month under the guise of being bound by his order. In this time, she's made a deal to let him woo her.