Candy Demon Novels & Stories

" I mumble again, shoving the entire thing in my mouth. When I go to reach for my third, her mother continued with more questions. "So does that make my grand babies half demon as well?" "No ma, just a quarter. He's immortal too--" "How old are and what's your last name." She cuts Hunnie off and I shove my third brownie into my mouth. Hunnie excuses herself to go retrieve some water. "I've been alive for over a millennium." I munch down, eyeing her reaction, but trying to avoid her judgmental eyes. She reaches in for a brownie herself, "Oh wow, and are you sure my daughter is your mate?" she asks and I nod, glancing over at Hunnie coming through the back door.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

“This is from my foster parents who had killed a demon. This was from the demon they killed. Magical bows are from the demons like elves more specifically.” “Well, someone had gifted it to me. I don’t know where it came from but it must be from a demon then.” “How was your work today, Blue? You must be careful when you are on a mission.” Miranda tells Blue, spreading some jam on the sliced bread. “It was tiring. We found out that demons who cross over are a little powerful. Their forms are weirdly shuffled.” “Abyss...” Miranda mumbled. “Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

“So he’s forced to save people, but he’s still a demon, with a demon’s nature. That’s one hell of a cognitive dissonance.” “Exactly,” Elliot said. “The texts say he wanders, a consciousness of immense power with no true form of its own. He can’t operate sustainably without anchoring himself to a living host.” Bryan frowned. “So we find this ghost-demon and… what, offer it a timeshare?”

Finally, he sighed as he relaxed once my fingers went to work. “Eros is an incubus demon and must have sex to take the life force from humans to stay alive and to pay back Lucifer for the inappropriateness he tried with his daughter,” he said softly. My fingers froze as my brow furrowed. “He is a real demon? Did he try to seduce the devil’s daughter?” Nodding he said yeah and nudged me to keep petting him. “So he has to be a man whore to stay living? That seems like every man’s dream,” I muttered sourly and Samson pffted at me.