Dancing Demon Novels & Stories

I saw a flicker of a black tail from under his cloak and I smiled slightly. A demon. Somehow, Dante knew a demon would come. He raised the dagger and a huge wave of power swirled around him, pushing past the flames of the Djinn. The Djinn jumped up in the air, but it didn’t deter the demon. He held the dagger firmly, and I felt a sense of deja vu as he pushed off and flipped it in the air like how Mom had, before he plunged the dagger into the Djinn’s chest.

she whispered, then knocked softly and opened the door. She stepped inside, her heart pounding. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense. Dante stood by the window, his back to her. He turned slowly as she entered, his dark eyes locking onto hers. "You're awake," he said, his voice smooth and controlled. "I was beginning to worry." He smirked She stood her ground, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as she could muster. "What do you want from me?" Dante smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down her spine. "I want you to understand your place here," he said, his tone almost gentle. "You are important to me, and I need you to see that."

She was clinging to the boy that was dancing with her, she was stiff, obviously a very bad dancer and also didn’t want to show it off. The boy grabbed her hand and spun her around and as he did, he saw her face. She wasn’t pretty, definitely not even his average taste in women but there was something about her, something about her that seemed to pull him and he sensed his demon react to it.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

The demon stared in disbelief as the lights moved to spotlight the no-fur on the platform. "Doll that belongs to Hades? Hades's Doll?" Lexi whispered the question to the dark space between the toms and the small platform with the stripper pole. The no-fur seemed to have a little trouble standing but then he wrapped a leg around the pole and posed, arching himself back. He started spinning on it like this wasn't his first time.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante. "You’re right," Dante growled lowly. "But I’m not here to play. I'm here to take your heads." Before the demon could react, Dante snapped his neck with a sickening crack. The black cloud around him dissolved into nothing. The second demon grabbed Jo roughly, trying to teleport with her. But Dante moved faster. A sand lash whipped around the demon’s leg, yanking him face-first into the dirt. Dante pinned him with one foot, summoning a dagger of pure ice.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

The storm that scattered many of the dark figures, but the puppets reformed as quickly as they were torn apart. “These things won’t stay down!” he yelled, launching a lightning bolt at one particularly large puppet which broke down but formed back. Amid the chaos, Hyperion’s focus was solely on Damon. The two collided again and again, Hyperion’s strength clashing with Damon’s agility. Each time Hyperion struck, Damon would dissolve into shadows, reappearing behind him or from the walls. Damon’s laugh echoed through the chamber, taunting, as he played with the light and darkness like a master of both.

She allowed her to drag her deeper into the crowd and started dancing. Unbeknownst to them, Damon stood just a floor above their heads in front of his black stained floor to ceiling window in his office. The window overlooked the entire dance floor, giving him a perfect view of every drunk customer dancing there but only one caught his full attention… his little flower. She looked gorgeous in her red latex dress and red converse heels. Her exposed curvaceous body made it hard for any normal man in the room to not react to her beauty.