Costume Demon Novels & Stories

XURDEN frowned as the demon changed form. The demon took the form of a man wearing a suit printed with colorful flowers. His long hair covered his face so he couldn’t see him. Xurden thought the two were together. The course of his mind changed only when the demon raised his sword, wrapped in black energy. The witch didn’t even feel the demon as Veronica kept looking at him. He tried to free himself from the chains again because if he couldn’t get out, the demon’s deadly attack would hit him.

"Now, focus on where you want to be in a week's time. Nothing serious, just an event coming up. The Halloween party, maybe? Think about your costume, the one Sam picked out for you. Think about what you're going to look like at the party. Focus on the party, focus on a detail from the party and relax your mind, let your power take over." Ellie heard Stefano's voice in her head, encouraging her as she focused on the costume that Sam had picked out for her. It was an easy thing to focus on, Sam had elaborate taste and she had picked out a ridiculous demon costume, likely thinking it was funny. The dress was black, the skirt layered with red and orange tulle. It included red tights with these e

“But we’ll tell him when we go back to L’impasse des Ombres.” I nodded again, my mind drifting back to what he’d said to me. I really hoped he had no plans of pushing through with whatever he had in mind. The door creaked open again, and Demon entered the ward. He looked like he had just taken a shower—his damp black hair clinging messily to his forehead. He was in black outfits as usual, looking handsome like he’d just stepped out from a magazine. With his hair sticking on his forehead, he looked more innocent, like a high school boy who knew nothing but maths.

"Keeper of truths and lies, seer of past and future. I summon you to this circle by right of blood and binding." The temperature in the room plummeted. Frost began forming on the windows despite the autumn warmth outside. The candle flames turned from orange to deep purple, casting everything in an otherworldly glow. Then he appeared. The demon materialized in the summoning circle like smoke given form. Tall and gaunt, with skin the color of old parchment and eyes like black pearls. He wore robes that seemed to be cut from the night sky itself, stars glittering in their depths. When he smiled, his teeth were perfect white points.

Blood splattered round the room. Samantos on the other side was shouting continuously as the bullet kept hitting him. He was bleeding from every angle. He threw the almost dead man towards the men standing by the window. The force pulled one of them to the window, making him fall out of the room. *** "Hey beauty" She turned around to meet a young man in a well tailored suit. A wine glass was on his right hand. He has a curly coffee brown hair. He had a bright smile and looked stunning rich. His right ear was pierced and he has a cute tat on his neck. On his wrist was a gold Versace wristwatch. She was lost in her world admiring him.

We're getting close, I can almost feel the demon. The thick steel door is just how I remember it, gunmetal gray and at least four inches thick. Zack opens the combination latch with practiced ease; he doesn't seem nearly as nervous as I feel. The eerie silence that follows us in sends chills up my arms, but it's short-lived. We barely get inside before laughter completely floods the room. "I thought you'd never get here!" the Demon calls out. He's in a sturdy wooden chair, completely bound and chained to the floor. Zack was right, he looks nothing like Uncle John. His eyes are completely black and his skin has a clammy, yellow hue to it, almost as though the body has already died.

I can see his teeth which are so sharp that can peel my skin, No, my flesh out of my body. "How amusing. A human dared crossed the wall and enter into this world and Ril dared to hide it and also made this pathetic human who trembles at the sight of me his woman?" He laughed again. I dare not have thought about anything at this time. I blinked as my eyes hurt for a second and as I opened my eyes the demon was standing in front of me. He was standing in the air. He folded his hands and wore deep black clothes. I can see his face and all so clearly now. He is so beautiful. Why do all the people from this side are so beautiful?

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

he said. Mina's eyes widened at the sight of the demon prince standing before her, his broad chest bare and his hard muscles flexing beneath his skin. His face was tanned and handsome, his golden hair cut short and straight. She couldn't recall ever seeing him dressed so casually before, and yet it suited him perfectly. She'd always imagined him wearing robes of black, or maybe even red, but there was something about this simple blue material that made her heart race. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.