Damian Demon Novels & Stories

She stopped and jerked her head up, her eyes narrowing. "Did you just mention Damion?" She asked. I smirked, finally getting to the best moment to expose Damion. "Yes…" I paused and huffed, swerving my head. "He shouldn't even be called the name Damion." I looked around and drew closer, grabbing the bars as well. "He isn't Damion but a demon," I muttered and a horrified gasp slipped out of Bianca's mouth. She staggered back and clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes as wide as saucers.

My heart almost skipped a beat. What sort of a weird dream was this? But to be honest, ever since I met him, he seemed quite familiar as well. And then he extended his left hand towards me. " I don't know exactly if it was me who summoned you. Your presence here doesn't seem normal. But I have no way of knowing nor am I complaining. These things have been happening on and off,increasing recently. I think you will not even remember it the next morning. I thought those demons were gone with the death of my family. But I was wrong. "

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.

I joined her now looking at all the wolves in attendance, looking for anyone who looked suspicious or nervous. “Does anyone here have any ideas why and how you are being tracked?” She asked innocently, acting like she was really relying on them to come up with ideas. After a few minutes she sighed. “I thought as much.” She grinned, showing off her silver teeth. “Most of you don’t know, but my enemies have given me a nickname... I am known as Demon. The Demon of SilverFang to be exact. Would anyone like to know why I am called that?” She barely paused before she started to send out commands. “I WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS BEEN TEXTING LOCATIONS TO VITO!!!”

"Do you believe I'm cruel? You have no choice but to be brutal when your adversaries are devils. We don't need worthless elderly folks who can only brag about how safe their towers are." Everyone nodded like small children. "Okay, right, let's go back to the point. You appear to have been fooled, Dior." "Fooled?" Dior inquired, frowning. "I don't detect any domain. However, it appears that the demon was proficient with the space element, which is incredibly powerful." "So... the demon duped me into believing he had a domain?" Dior was taken aback, and her fury was visible in her eyes. Ifrit looked at her and responded, "Not really. The demon only utilized a skill, but you misunderstood it fo

The kind of presence that made the air feel smaller. Not Andrew. But the relief curdled in my veins the moment I saw his face. I knew him. And somehow… that made my blood run colder. With Andrew, I could play the part…cry, plead, twist the story until he loosened his grip. I knew his weaknesses. But this man? This Damien guy? He didn’t look like the kind you could bargain with. He looked like the devil dressed in human skin… the kind that didn’t just take souls…he kept them.

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

Reiner stepped back and bowed respectfully. "Boss." Crain strained his neck to look at the newcomer. Despite his battered state, he could tell from the way the guards treated him that this man was incredibly powerful. Damien walked over and squatted down in front of Crain, looking him dead in the eye with a calm, dangerous gaze. "And who the hell are you?" Crain demanded, his voice shaking. Damien looked right back at him with an icy stare. "I'm not a public figure, so you probably haven't heard of me. I'm Damien Blackwood. But some people call me the Living Yama."

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’