Beast Demon Novels & Stories

I had no idea why I was even pursuing my hunger and not waiting til morning. I could still hear the small croaks in my head sobbing away. That couldn't of been Bahm.... The Demon-Wolf King that murdered his children, doesn't cry! The beast that forced me to drink wolfsbane, would never cry! The being that convinced me he was my mate and wanted to be with me, yet broke me into very tiny pieces of shattered glass, would never shed a tear for a Dark Witch like me. Maybe reality has hit him, or maybe his bride wouldn't bed him anymore....

Sarrtina finally understands what he is saying. "Yes, we must interact with the humans." It's easier said than done though. Interacting with humans is very hard especially for creatures who prey on them. Controlling their thirst around the humans and concealing their true identities is going to be a challenge but there's anyone who can master it, it's Soliaire, after all he is the first demon...... PART 2 I feel like Sleeping Beauty and not just because we have the same name, but because we were both cursed and our version of death is more or less the same.

she pleaded and cough out pretending to be ill Samael’s eyes pop out in shock at her request, he look horror-stricken as her voice finds its way into his ears, he can’t believe she would dare to ask him such request like he’s some lowly demon or an animal spirit “I am the lord of all demons, beasts and all creatures of the….” He was saying then stopped and sigh out loud in frustration, the marriage with this human seems more arduous than he assume it to be “What do you human drink to heal up?” he asked “What will you drink?” she asked teasingly “Blood energy from beasts will…” Samael stops again realizing what he’s saying, he just almost spill it out to the human female Shaina look puzzled a

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

Ooh, his beautiful name. I can sense the angels beckoning at me with empathy from heaven. I can also hear the demons making a mockery of my predicaments. The hell has broken loose, and I can heed the boisterous howls of death calling for me. This, indeed, is the death of me. Again, why is he doing this? And Mr. handsome overloaded, the God of beauty himself, what is it with him?

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

He savored it, like a fine wine, let it roll on his tongue for a minute, then licked his lips and nodded. "Ni-i-i-ce. You're powerful, boy. Listen then. You possess fire magic, just like your mother, even if your gift is much weaker. You're a strong necromancer and demonologist, which is a talent passed down from me. And you'll be able to transform, too, but only when you grow up. Maybe at fifteen, no earlier than that." "Is it possible to learn to do it before then?" "Can you grow a beard before it's time?" asked the demon, amused.

If an ancient beast appeared on an ethereal beast pack, it would be making an ancient ethereal beast the strongest of all existing beasts. Then, there is also this taboo type of beast; the demonic beast. It was a type of beast that kills a lot of mages and feeds on their magic power. The more lives killed, the stronger it gets. Usually, these beasts were raised or tamed by evil mages that also feed on human lives and mana in order for them to be stronger. Evil mages were those normal mages that were too greedy and always wanted to get stronger by any means. In order to do that, they would use a forbidden spell that needed to take others' lives in order to raise their magic power. Usually, ev