Crawling Demon Novels & Stories

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

Asmodeus impatiently swatted away the splattered debris, and when he got a good look at the fallen figure, he couldn't help but call out, "So it's you, Crosier!" Evelyn followed his gaze - the demon named "Crosier" was unusually tall, with long limbs that were completely out of proportion, and two batwing-like wings that were stretched out limply on the ground, with two separate faces on them --One of pleasure, one of anger. The head was replaced by a long, thick tentacle that ended in a mouth similar to a seven-gill eel. Croxell rose stiffly from the ground on all fours in an eerie position, the seven-gill eel-like mouthpiece writhing frantically as he let out an angry snarl, "Agarez!!!!!!!

That was a real set-up! My scouts were my people, my subjects, and of course that jerk didn’t touch them. And so, that was what they saw: a small demon, a grey-skinned, tailed creature, had been riding another demon. Then he had summoned an entire host of demons, and they went to slaughter the Tevarrian army. I could barely hold back curses, but still managed to get more details. Apparently, everything wasn’t as bad as it seemed. They had noticed Ak-kvir and I when we knocked out the sentries and had decided to follow us.

I could feel him swelling against me and nearly moaned at the sensation. Once I had his pants off, I worried for a moment. Some things hadn’t quite turned to concubus when I went from being human to a demon. It wasn’t common. I had the genes to be demon, I was just born human. And once I was staring down the barrel of Ford’s massive dick, I hoped I was demon enough. The taste and texture was amazing. After getting it past my jaw, my body seemed to understand what it was supposed to do and I was able to get pretty far down. Being properly sealed would help. But the look on his face while I sucked him was everything.

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

Kael’s jaws were buried in the demon's shoulder, his claws shredding violet flesh, but for every wound he dealt, the portal spat out three more scavengers. “Kael!” I screamed as a second Greater Demon began to haul its ribcage through the weeping tear in reality. He didn't hear me. He couldn't. He was buried under a pile of snarling, demonic meat, fighting to keep the first one from reaching the guard.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

The demon crawl out a bit with half off his body coming out of his body. "This is bad. If that demon crawls out then it will get worse" Allan swiftly lifts with his wings to the sky after the demon. He descends aiming at the demon however the demon forms a red ball in his mouth and erupts a demon blast at Allan sending him several meters into the air. "Allaaan" shouted Felicia

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w