Crawling Demon Novels & Stories

“Before you dismembered the demon, did you happen to get a good look at it?” He nods. “Maybe five feet tall if I’m being generous. Claws, flat teeth, smelled like the inside of an asshole, with skin resembling an elderly man’s ball sack.” “Scrapper demon. Great. When there’s one there’s usually more. They follow behind more powerful demons, eating their scraps. Hence the nickname. I’m surprised it took them this long to follow behind that Third Hierarchy twatwaffle.” I tip my head. “How many old man ball sacks have you seen?”

demon:- I told you the truth this world will become ugly if you rule it, that's why I am telling you to let me be king. crab:- don't talk much it's annoying. demon:- I can prove to you my intelligence, you are working for someone else, only an idiot send you to play a game but he wanted to control the power of illumination, am I right, you are working for someone else. crab:- that doesn't matter you are going to die for our lord. demon:- look I am worthy lord than your lord, obey me, and I shall ignore your mistake. carb:- how dare you talk about my lord, when this whole word rejects us he accepted us like his own child, and give us new life.

] [The creature's body, which is roughly the size and structure of an adult human, is obscured by undulating deformations. [Crimson demons are disconcerting creatures. They are both intermediaries and destroyers, bringing the messages of demon lords and even Demon gods to the physical realm. Ironically, once their message is conveyed, they sometimes leave no one alive to propagate it.] [The Crimson Demon represents everything unlawful and violent. Despite playing a crucial role as a messenger, its destructive character constantly comes to the fore. The Crimson Demon descends and perceives any feeble life form as its adversary, with its cruel and persevering strike of the scarlet sun, inciner

It’s what a Nymph becomes once tainted by the Crone’s magic, just like the Gravewolves, the Wingrakes, and the Fleshbounds—creatures created… mutated by the Crone. Eliana stands perfectly still now, her new form rigid and waiting for its purpose. The Crone steps back and looks over Eliana as if admiring her own handiwork. “I’m always fascinated by what my power does to creatures. And this one… this one is a masterpiece.” Hearing Lily’s wail makes the rage in me burn bright. My shaking hands rise, and I scream. Light flashes across the floor as a demon’s hand bursts through it. The ground splits open in its wake, a jagged fissure forming as it claws toward its target.

Haha! "A demon? What's that?" So innocent! "A demon is a non-human entity believed to be dark or evil in nature. Do you understand now?" I explained and he nodded vigorously, "Yeah! Brother Cryx is bad because he always teases noona, he pulls your hair and plays with a lot of girls. He's bad," he agreed with me and put a thumbs down. The door opened, "Hello and good evening, may I come in?" Ah, Ezra is really an angel. All he needs is a halo and a crown, kyah! "Sure, hey Pres.," I waved.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

I growl, shaking away the long swallow of thick, wanting spit that craves the fucking ambrosia I’d suck on for arcs if it didn’t mean damaging the perfect quivering little cunt my cock is legit jumping to get in. My Demon is clawing at the cage as bad as my leaking tip is at the bind of my pants. Fuck that. Last time he slipped his scorching leash, I rutted the female into oblivion, hoping it would mean that I’d be able to get over the homicidal urges I got whenever she was near me. This better be the transition that grows her self-scorching preservation! I swear to Sages.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

Said Beelzebub who kept talking came back “As we know among the thirteen Demon Lords who have names” said Beelzebub explaining the names of the leaders in the third world. 1.Coyote - The Jan or Demon with a human body with a dog's head like a werewolf He is a King who has a Kingdom in the jungle. 2. Dagon - The Jan or Demon with the body of a giant squid like the Kraken who is called the destroyer. He is the King of the kingdom at the bottom of the ocean.

I can do this, I will do this. **** ZERON I watch my sister as she ushers the human out of my sight. I move towards the window and rest my forehead against the window. Fog instantly appear on the glass as soon as my cold breath touches it. I close my eyes, feeling my heart squeeze. I don't deserve her. She doesn't deserve to be dragged into my mess either. She deserves better. No matter how much the darkness has infiltrated my mind, each time I see her, it feels like I'm just waking up from a deep sleep. I have no idea how she manages to do that. One minute I'm thinking about hurting her, the next minute, she gazes at me with her beautiful eyes and I swear, my heart falters. Holding back the