Zohakuten Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

I’m one such miracle. Eighteen years ago, a war was started between Hades and Suzaku, the Beast God of Fire and of the South, about who would rule over the Fires of Hell in the Southern Hemisphere. The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other.

Chaska grinned slightly and approached the demon sitting on the couch next to my father. "Uncle Boyan, it's been ages since I've seen you," Chaska said happily and the attractive male smiled, his orange eyes twinkling as he accepted his nephew's hug in greeting. I noticed Grace watching the large demon. He was big and tall with large curling black horns and thick forked tail. His thick dark hair was full of waves. "Boyan is next in line for Drorzon's crown," my father informed Grace and I. I neared Grace and grinned.

The poor man answers. “Well, you do now.” Demon. Hiikan Roy is a demon. If Alison’s mom wasn’t aware she had given birth to a walking megaphone, Hiro’s mom wasn’t also aware that it was a devil she had given birth to. I guess both of them are a match made in heaven. After Hiro came back to our table with two whole buckets of beer in his hand, Lev orders hot chicken wings before he distributes a glass of beer to us one by one. Then I purposely slide my chair just a little distant from them, but then Boaz noticed what was I trying to do.

Ziah leads us through, gesturing for us to sit down at the table. The moment we take a seat, food magically appears on our plates, liquid filling our cups. I stare down at it, bewildered. It's soup, which seems perfectly edible, steaming temptingly. I'm not going to touch it though. Not when they drink Angel-blood. "So, Tove. You are Keo's mate?" Ziah leans back in his seat, watching me. "I am." He smirks, looking between Keo and I. "Interesting." Keo is staring at the other Demon with a blank expression. I wish I could read his thoughts. From what I can tell, he's surveying the situation, trying to determine whether he can trust Ziah and Astera or not.

Zoe:- you are always that way, you don't care what you have, you are such a spoiled brat. demon:- I thought I am going to get a chance to cry a little bit, but you ruin my mood. the demon enters first with Nami. demon:- I want to tell you, I can not use my power, because my power is useless if I can't die, NAMI:- I know that you don't have to worry about it, I will kill you if you didn't wake up. demon:- thanks I didn't think that, but that only going to work, if my turn comes first, if your turn comes first and I fail to wake you up then it's all over.

Pain flared briefly, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the rhythm of battle, letting the pendant’s warmth guide her movements. “Hazel!” Damon called, parrying a strike from a creature larger than any she had seen. Its skin was rough, mottled, and slick with a strange, dark residue. He swung with precision, but the enemy’s strength was formidable. Hazel leapt to his side, her blade cutting a clean line across the creature’s throat. It collapsed with a shuddering hiss, vanishing into the shadows.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"Hehe… You're all going to die!" And with that, he shot forward again, freeing his warrior seal and abruptly gaining speed! Shunk! In just a second, he had brushed past Zahn, and all of his Reiki seemed to fade right then, as he and his sword were both cut in half down the middle… Then, Caleb unleashed another burst of his Demon Soul strength and vaporized Zahn's remains, until all that was left was a rain of blood mixed with dirt! Zahn Nispark, the Lord of Nistral, was dead!

He bellowed in rage and yelled, “Kill her!” The ground was opening up with each step she took. The Demon standing over Zander's body charged her, but she raised a hand and flicked her wrist. Lightning struck his neck, blowing his head off. Another Demon ran out of one of the buildings, and she grabbed a piece of tin roof that was flying past her and spun in a blue-white circle of flame as she slung it at him. The red-hot tin sliced through his neck, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air. Her head whipped to the side, and I followed her gaze to see a familiar Demon slinking along the edge of the buildings.