Black Demon Stories Novels & Stories

White furs covered its face and its pair of red gleaming eyes were very terrifying. Ruby's first thought was it looked like an oversized, deadly monkey. Then she suddenly realized what exactly this demon was. It's a Black Fangs Baboon! Her master was very interested in demons and monsters. He often went to join demon hunting all around the world and encountered many unique and dangerous beasts. He even made a book and cataloging them based on their deadliness and size, and let his apprentices to learn it if they want. Ruby jumped back a couple of feet away when the baboon tried to catch her with its claws. She controlled her sword and sent it flying to attack, though she was well aware her s

"You are mine. Only mine. You belong to me. You belong to Erix Drystan. And this is your fate. I'm your fate." No! The only thing echoed in my head right now. He can't be my fate. I can't be His. I don't want a monster in my fate. As if he could read my mind, he smirked evilly, "Alas! You are stuck with a demon not a monster." He is truly a demon. And I couldn't digest the fact that my fate made me meet this demon and I don't know what things he has planned for me. A demon in black clothes and with red eyes is now in my life now. And now I have to fight this fate of mine.

“I suspect there are bandits around. Those are the crazed one.” Goosebumps covered Anastasia's body as her mind froze. Her face paled as she thought for the first time that Nyles said was true–the Dark one, the Demon Wolf–the pirate and the bandits were his people. Outside she heard clomping of horses. She opened the stutters of the window to see that a rider was on the left. The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first.

Why did he still affect me this much? “Damn you Tan,” I cussed into the cold, empty night. The sudden hooting of an owl made me stumble on a piece of grass by the gravelly road. I cussed my wild imagination under my breath. Just because they told stories about the bad luck brought by the hooting of an owl at night, it didn't mean it was true. Besides, the only bad luck I had today was my meeting with Tan. Why would his father, a man I've never met and the one man he never talked about, come after me? Maybe he just didn't want to be sorry. The was why he was concocting a story that did not make any sense at all. I frowned instinctively. Why was I still thinking of that relentless asshole?

he asks, obviously upset. "I was attacked." "That I can see. By what?" he says a bit angrily. "By a ghoul," I almost whisper out. Bennet's brow knit together. "By what?" "A ghoul. They're demons that feast upon vampire blood," I explain. "Why would it attack you? You're not a vampire and-" "This one I have a history with," I interrupt. Bennet frowns. "Tell me," he says as he lifts me up onto the bed. I sit between his legs, facing him. I lean forward and hug him. He reciprocates.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

“I'm sure your husband will be proud to see his wife having sex with her own brother.” “Please….. please. You can't do this.” “I totally can but I won't if you will listen to me like a good girl.” “You're a monster Clover.” she screamed on top of her lungs “Emily, you don't have any option other than obeying me like a good girl.” He says with an evil smile. “NoOOh” she screamed “Think about it. Don't forget that you're on my mercy right now. You're still all tied up and this house is in the middle of nowhere.”

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

He was wearing a dark suit and appeared to be holding a glass of champagne. But when I looked closer, I could see that something was very wrong with him. Blood was dripping from his fingernails and staining his clothes. His eyes were completely black, not just the pupils but the entire eye. Red veins were visible under his skin, trailing up to his face like dark rivers. The most disturbing part was that nobody else seemed to notice him. People were walking right past him like he was invisible. They were laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong. I realized immediately what I was looking at. This wasn’t just any Bloodborns. This was a demon, a different and more dangerous type of Bloodborn

“You all know basic myths. But this one is… specific. The tale of the Shadowalker.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Emma who piped up, his voice hesitant but clear. “I… I’ve read about that. In a banned manuscripts forum. He was a demon… created by Lucifer not as a torturer, but as a ultimate weapon. A being designed to wipe out all life on Earth in one go. But Lucifer messed up the primordial spell. A variable was wrong. Instead of a mindless destroyer, Shadowalker became a demon bound by a paradoxical imperative: to save people.”