Wisteria Demon Slayer の小説・ストーリー

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

I have fallen asleep and woken up several times because of the mosquitoes until I woke up feeling confused. Roar! I suddenly turned pale when I saw a familiar monster. "Demon," I whispered into the air. What is the demon doing here in Wysteria? Don't say that they are from here? "Ales, hide. We will kill this demon!" Gaspar yelled at me and I was scared to stand up and I hid behind a big tree. The demon was big, like the one that chased me and my sister before we had an accident and fell off the cliff. Its horn is large and sharp; he looks like a buffalo with thick hair. Its body is like a human, but the skin is that of a buffalo.

She welcomed the challenge. Steels clashed as sparks lit the air. Serephina ducked a wide swing, kicking one demon’s back into the wall. Her movements were violent and very silent. The third demon lunged, but she slashed his wrist, spun, and sliced his throat. The fourth demon – the one with the weak heart literally pissed in his pants. He got down on his knees pleading for mercy from the Shadow Siren. He already knew he had no chance of surviving from her. "Don't kill me," he pleaded, his knees on the ground. The girls had run away, and the streets were already empty.

I didn't care, as long as my goal was reached. "Well, you can always eat Diva's evil family members." "Even better, Antara. I can revive Diva's evil suitors that you killed. How many of them?" "Fourteen of them," I answered calmly. Demon Akheron widened his green demonic eyes and he looked surprised. "My son, you're a demon yourself for killing those poor werewolves. I'm proud of you." Again my hunch said he was off. The wise Demon Akheron wouldn't approve of my killing those evil Diva's suitors. I didn't know that my hunch, my demon animal instinct would be right for the next few minutes.

He bounced off the tree trunks and left claw marks in the bark. As Demon took control of their body, Wyatt felt stronger and faster than he had ever before. Although he had done a partial shift before, Demon had never been in full control. Nor had he ever been reacting to one of his sisters crying out for help. Whitney came into view and Demon propelled them towards her attacker. Her light green eyes were wide with fear. The crimson red shirt to indicate the pack she belonged to was torn and stained with dirt. just as her dark colored leggings.

Willow acted as a serial killer as all her kills could easily be determined, for known of her kills were with their spines. "This is my 34th kill, how about you?" William asked Willow as he tossed a heart away. "Like what have you doing, playing? I'm approaching my 50th, man up bro," she replied teasingly and whooshed away. He stood with his face rid of joy, like a dog whose bone got snatched. And of course, something got snatched from him, his pride and that really jolted the demon in him. And just turning he felt a hand through his stomach to the back, so he snarled in fury and swung his claws across the werewolf's face and he was left standing with just his shoulders.

He pointed his long claws at her neck as she aimed the wood at his head. The two of them stood there, completely still, staring at each other with deadly intent. The staring competition ended when the yellow-eyed, black-haired figure slowly dropped his claw. Esteria sighed in relief; she had thought she would have to fight him. Although she was impressed by her swift reflexes, which she guessed were a result of the demon blood now flowing through her, she was still wary of fighting a demon. "Are you Lord El's new mistress?" he asked, his voice hoarse and deep but nowhere near as commanding as El-Kharis's own.

“W-what do you mean?” “You do understand that you are bound to me, right?” “A-and?” “I can sense your emotions… And right now, all I can feel from you is anger, the thirst for revenge against the people who wronged you. And I can make that happen, Olivia. I can help you with that revenge. I am Azazel, the Demon Prince of Wrath… I am exactly the power you will need.”

"But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to me immediately." "Thank you," I said. "I won't forget your words of caution." The Lycan sorcerer nodded, his eyes fixed on me. "Remember, the Demon werewolf is a formidable opponent," he said. "But with the talisman, you stand a fighting chance." After thanking the Lycan sorcerer, my stepfather and I made our way back through the dense woods towards our home. The path was treacherous, and we had to navigate through thickets and fallen logs to make our way forward.

"I am a vampire myself. I've been around for a while in the world and have encountered most of the covens across different places, and one of the skilled vampires I've met was Vienna. She is a fighter, a leader of a huge coven of matured vampires. You know what brought her that position? It was her ability. One of the rarest, I must say. She can poison one's mind with only her crimson eyes. Once the poison has completely entered the mind, the person will feel so much pain. And like I said, it is irrevocable. I had never heard someone had survived from her ability before, so no doubt that the werewolf is dead by now." I couldn't move. Anger rushed through my veins and I felt like I was about