Anime Romance Demons Novels & Stories

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

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.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

"They are Lucis' daughters. This is Xina, the black lotus demon. And this is Aerah, the nine tailed fox demon. I assume you've already known them from the books." After she introduced them, she expected the crowd to ran away in terror. But she was wrong. But she couldn't blame the beauty of the demons that captivated them. And it was no spell at all. "Are you telling the truth?" "They don't look like that in books!" She couldn't help but laugh at their innocence. The two demons also laughed with her. "Because you only saw false and ugly portraits of them." This time, they took a few steps backwards after her revelation. But continued to listen to her.

Opportunity, stab her directly, seeing the knife getting closer and closer to her, she was trembling all over her body when she wanted to move and closed her eyes reflexively. It was miserable for her she thought, firstly treated by her boyfriend and catch a thief but died. She only hoped that she could become a ghost when she died, and take the two assholes by the way. After a while, the pain did not strike as she expected. The world seemed to be quiet suddenly, the cicadas on the tree, the barking of the dogs in the street next to him, the thief's fierce face in mid-air, and the knife only a few inches from her face all freeze for a moment.

Straight to the point I see. “I didn’t like the on going idea of me leaving here without saying much, I see you most days anyways”. I shrug averting my gaze. Looking back we stare at one another. It seems we tend to do that often. “How do humans do these things anyways? get to know one another.” “Humans?” She repeats with a brow lifted and a half smile. Should I just spit it out? She probably won’t believe me anyways. I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Flashback I saw monks. Monks in white robes in a library, reading aloud from a passage. " The demon mate fated for the Lunar Dynamis will come from the direct bloodline of The Demon Lord. He can be killed directly, by ingesting the blood of the Lunar Dynamis on the Blood Moon, when her blood has finished transitioning into what it is meant to be. Half Demon, Half Angel, yet the best of both, although it is known that angel blood and demon do not mix. To her demon mate, her specific angel blood will be a poison, and will for sure result in death for the demon.".

His long tongue licked up the side of my neck and cheek. "You know us demons enjoy much more than mere humans, Mortas. I can pleasure you in ways you're not familiar with," he cooed and I rolled my eyes. Did no one know that Dane and Samson had been demons and one my lover. I chuckled and said,"I highly doubt that." His hand cupped my still soft member and I scowled at him.

“My little mate. I shuddered under his touch and voice. Thank you for defending me with your life, he grumbled. He blew air into my ear. He knows what he is doing to me. Damn it, my body earns for him. My Lycan wolf is screaming to be with him. We want him. “My name is Aamon. I'm a demon, king of hell. He introduced himself. What is your name, beautiful? He asked. “My name is Anna. I am a Lycan female. I introduce mine. “Anna, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you. He flirts with me. “You are the most handsome man I have ever met. I confess, he smiled before saying.