Blood Demon Art Novels & Stories

"Damn human innocence... I don't know how, on behalf of all the devils, you managed to be put into a supernatural sleep for eleven days. All I know is that I got here after feeding and you were in this bed writhing like you were really in a hot delusion, but with that, I couldn't get into this house at all! Do you know how hard it is to kill a ancient demon?!” Geon screamed as he gathered some abandoned paintings on the table and placed some jars, which he had literally taken off the air. Artemisia's head swum like a weatherman, the demon's cries seemed more like a gale that made the poor object spin and spin. She got up carefully and approached the demon, in one of the mirrors the girl saw

Sam sets the doll upright in front of the car, scratches her chin, then adjusts the posture and position of the fake Shandra, folding her arms about the way the girl was a while ago. The demon extends his hand to her, asking her to come closer. Shandra obeys. "I need some of your blood." "Really? Again?" "Just one drop is enough. Will you allow it?" She nods in the affirmative, looking away next. Sam raises one of his sharp claws and, with care and precise speed, he makes a tiny scratch on the girl's skin. As promised, the coppery-eyed demon uses only a drop of the blood, from which it drips onto the inert doll. A strange glow glistens on the fake corpse, and Shandra is completely surprised

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Without that trifling brother of his still exerting his authority on him, he would have easily dealt with Asherah. “At least this confirms that she is a Wind Demon after all,” Pazuzu sniffed as he spoke. While it was not only Wind demons who could manipulate the Wind Element, only Wind Demons could integrate Blood Arts into the wind. Pazuzu turned to look at his kitten again, and his blood boiled upon seeing its pitiful appearance. With a snort he pushed his feet off the ground and jumped into the sky. Pazuzu’s power may be suppressed, but he was still a Demon King. With his arms pulled back he recalled the skills that fell under the Blood Arts. Although he taught this technique to the Wind

I’m taken aback. The Alpha Lycan demon has taken over. Except when at war, the Demon never appears. He is a beast who revels in spitting blood. Sophia’s eyes glow with horror. It's all written on her face. Demon’s eyes are wide and filled with hatred. His claws are sharp and his teeth are bare. The air around him is thick with the smell of death. Demon never listen to me or my cries. He dispatches her with a snap. He murders her without regard for her life. Sophia's limp body falls to the ground and the Demon strides away. The air is thick with the smell of death, and the silence is broken only by the sound of her final breaths. He’s a demon. He returned his attention to me after wiping his

"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.

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.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

The man shrieks and spasms, contorts in agony, until at last his struggling ceases and he has no will of his own left whatsoever. HEEL, PET. All is quiet once again. At length he gets up out of the bed and reels, unsteady on these borrowed legs. He stumbles into the bathroom and flips on the light above the sink. There, the once-divine demon—finally delivered from the dead woman’s cage of rotting flesh—stares at his newest host’s reflection in the mirror, at the sandy hair and bearded features. The brilliant sea-green eyes looking back at him. “Well,” says the art teacher, rubbing his palms together, “time to get cracking, yes?”

“Just the words I hoped to hear…” He turned away to acknowledge the room, lifting his hands up in joy. “I’m so glad you all like my sweet little demon…as said by Von Dulce, she contains Angel Blood…created by the Ninth Level Demon, Basille, to feed his power. I am lucky enough to now have her in my possession thanks to my son, who I must acknowledge as the one who found her and secured her for the vampire nation.” Kat had baulked at his comment to her and hardly heard his speech.