Blood Demon Art Novels & Stories

Without the invisible leash, the demon staggered, disoriented. The Lycán didn’t hesitate. He hurled himself at the creature and drove his claws into its volcanic chest. The demon shrieked and the fiery cracks in its skin flared brighter. Alaric tore something from inside it—something black and pulsing that might have been a heart—and crushed it in his fist. The demon collapsed. Its body crumbled like ash and scattered in the wind, leaving only a sulfur stain on the road. Silence. Only the crackling of burning vampire bodies and the groans of wounded guardians.

As it approached, its hands burned and its eyes locked on Silas. "You won't be able to catch me...not with her," Silas said as he continued to back away. But his threats proved useless as the demon attacked both of us. I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling the attack, Silas' grip released me as he retreated, and I fell to the ground, hearing Silas' scream of pain. I opened my eyes to see the demon on top of Silas, its fangs sinking into the flesh of the arm that had been holding me, blood gushing out as I watched in shock. The creature then grabbed Silas by the shoulders and threw him, his back hitting the trunk of a tree. The other three men looked up as the demon rushed between me and t

One, two, three four, five, and six! Six numbers composed of six entities residing in one half demon and a half mortal soul, the cambion who said to be the one to kill the Incubus hybrid vampire Damon Salvatore. -------- Damon hit Sachajir on his legs that made him stumbled on the ground. He hissed and winced in agony. It's a strong blow to make sure he couldn't regained his energy but he was thrilled to witnessed about his fighting spirit. Sachajir tried his best to fought back and he loudly growled where his voice reigned in the whole forest.

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

girl:- do you want to share news, I heard your father is dead, I feel bad, even if you wanted to kill him, he also looks at me with bad intention demon:- I was the reason he died, I killed him, I thought my emptiness would disappear but it's only getting worst day by day, I wanted to kill myself. girl:- I know I can not help, you have everything, nothing can I offer, but I still want you to live. demon:- I am trying, I want my death would be grand, and benefited the world. girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country.

With a hideous and terrifying expression, the Divine Holy Emperor grinned and said, “I’m sure you didn’t expect this, Thea.” Thea looked at the Divine Holy Emperor that was emanating Demonic Energy. She snorted and said coldly, “I never expected you to be a Demon Race’s Fang. On top of that, you also practice Demonic Art.” The Divine Holy Emperor said smilingly, “I’m impressed by you too, Thea. I heard that those who consumed the blood of the Four Holy Beasts would have Demonic Energy in their body. Let’s compare our Demonic Energies today and see who’s better.”

By the looks of it , she was not even using a bra. I let out a low growl from my chest. She looked absolutely delicious. Her creamy legs were thick - just the way I liked it and I could not wait till I was between them. Just thinking about it made me hard . Maybe we can have some fun... My demon speaks up in my mind. I rolled my eyes at him. He appeared one day after my change , and now he seems to have a say in everything I do. I truly hate him , for he is the one who tells me to drink blood by murdering those girls.

His purple eyes and silver haired seemed to have made him appear more like a demon than Balbazor upon the question that the demon asked. “It’s not any normal oil indeed, it’s a special fluid made up from dead demons that I have experimented. You know how a demon’s blood can burn human when they curse them to death. I heard they can also burn demons for eternity. The more anger and hatred brew in the demon’s heart before they died, their blood would burn the ones near them even stronger. So I collected all those blood from all your fellow kinds, torture them until they curse me to die, and have you feel for yourself the pain of being roasted by your own kind’s fluid.” “You did what—” Balbazor

"Devils are real. Humans will die if you split their bodies into two parts. But demons are not. Humans they consider like cattle to them. Seeing humans multiply with their offspring, seeing human greed, but they are blind when they see human nature full of love and affection." Eva stepped into that room, followed by Iris behind her while telling her what a demon was. Iris felt such a gloomy atmosphere spread out like empty air filled the room. "If they can't die by splitting their bodies or shooting them in the head. How can we fight them?" Iris asked, starting to believe the fairy tale a little. She saw Tommy, who was wiping his gun with a red cloth. The man who was the most sparing of smil