Cool Demon Names Novels & Stories

"Hey Dag." The Schedule: In Order & no more than 2 hours max each! Onyx - Merman, loves water, very cheerful. Dagonae - Giant, likes to be called Dag, wants to carry you, very quiet until he speaks then he's loud and very direct. Yah'El - Demon, likes to be called 'EL, extreme prankster, call on your Angel if he gets out of hand. Jaspier - Dragon, likes to be called Jas, very laid back and loves him some Yuri!

Leandra says, but she is blushing and she looks so damn cute when she does. "How else do you know that I am going commando?" I ask. "Well, I could not miss it at the boutique. That thing is a monster one cannot help but seeing it," She blush. "Hmm... So you approve. Stop calling it a thing," I say. "Oh, so you have a name for it. Let me guess. Superman? Batman? Iron man?" Leandra asks. "Are you nuts? I am not naming my dick," I say. "Hmm... Don Capone," Leandra laughs.

Lucas the Demon, Biggy the Godly Boxer, White Doll the Steel Limbs, Scarlet the Polar Ice, Rayne the Petrification, and Sven the Ghastly Sword. Lucas' found their names quite interesting. It looked like both Lucas and the Apocalyptic Legion had risen to fame in the Wilderness. Everyone had heard of the name Godly Boxer, Steel Limbs, Polar Ice, Petrification, and Ghastly Sword. Nevertheless, only a handful had witnessed them with their naked eyes.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I don't mean to flatter myself, but it sounds like he's in love with me, and he's getting ahead of himself. A relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us. They also gave us a name. Gargoyle. A creature that is both grotesque and hideous. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.

I could feel the heat coming off his skin, and I hated how calm he looked. "I'm sorry about that," he said. "Truly. Not the best first impression." I snorted. "You think?" He leaned down, just slightly, not enough to invade my space, but enough to make his presence felt. "My name's Demon." I stared at him. Blinked. "That a nickname or is your mom just a real big fan of irony?" He actually laughed. Like I had just told a clever joke. "It’s what they call me," he said. "And I’m Kieran’s brother."

The man explained. “Which one?” asked PJ. “What?” the man asked, not that he did not hear the question just that he was afraid of saying his name. “What is the name of the demon your people released from the underworld?” the man swallowed hard. “Asmodeus…” before he could finish JP finished for him. “The demon of lust.” Zande threw his hands in the air.

He is a demon, and his name is unpronounceable. There is no exact translation; the closest meaning is "the hottest fire," but it misses the mark. He is not an awful demon, as demons go. His area of expertise is lust, but he is flawed; occasionally he allows just a hint of the softer emotion of love.

He demanded. “Stop using that tune for me Demon, I’m such a fragile young Chantel.. who need to be fucked tonight!!” She yelled insanely. ‘Fuck! She’s wasted!’ Dominic eyes widened as he sprang up. “Can you please tell me where the fuck are Chant!” He almost yelled. “Do not call me Chant.. Only my mom and my friends call me that. You’re nothing special Demon.. oh sorry I meant to say Dominic.. Your name is kinda long.. Demon is a cool name.. don’t you think?”

Kael just looked at her, then stood. His shadow loomed large on the wall, but his voice barely rose above a whisper. "Names... are dangerous. Names carry danger." "Then I'll make one up," Rea said with a shrug, lighting the new candle. "I won't have a demon living in my house without knowing what to call him." The demon smiled faintly, then said in a low, grim voice: "Most who spoke my name... didn't survive it. But if you insist... Kael. That's what they called me."