Dancing Demons Novels & Stories

Emmie smirked a bit, eyeing him up and down for a moment, wordlessly reminding Ramsay that she was close to him. “That’s not what I meant,” he rolled his eyes with an amused smirk. “You can get as close to me as you want, I don’t mind.” “Idiot.” Face back to serious, his eyes got worried really quick. “Just promise me to stay away from the Demons. They’re hardcore. And they do stuff you and probably no one else on the Northside is even aware of.” “Like what?” she asked. “Can’t tell you. But they take advantage of women. So, please. Stay away.”

Warriors gathered close, desperate to escape. But then— FWOOOOSH. A violent gust of wind ripped across the field, nearly knocking people off their feet. Everyone froze. A shadow darkened the sky. Three demons—Jyra, Devyani, and Daksha—descended with wicked smirks. Their wings folded neatly behind them, their skin pale as moonlight, their eyes burning with fury and grief. Jyra sneered, "Trying to run? Too late." Devyani added coldly,

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

She flipped through the channels until she settled on someone singing about Demons. “When you feel my heat, Look into my eyes It’s where my demons hide, Don’t get too close It’s dark inside It’s where my demons hide At the curtain’s call, It’s the last of all When the lights fade out, All the sinners crawl So they dug your grave—” I was so lost in the song and those words that Daisy had to touch my shoulder to get my attention. “You okay?” I nodded. ‘This song... It’s very beautiful.’

mumbled Sugar Aquarius Minarto still in his quite relaxed fashion. Standing in front of the two snake demons, Sugar Aquarius Minarto moved and moved both of his hands again. The ground began to move closer and closer, began to join together. The two snake demons went on shouting and screaming for help. “Shit! Bastard you!” shouted the first snake demon with all his hatred and vendetta. “Do you think you can kill us by burying us here! Get this and go to hell!” screamed the second snake demon with all his furiousness and also vendetta.

“The Winter Dance is the biggest event of the year – we can make an educated guess that the demon will show up there. Demons are drawn to violence, so all we can do is stage an act of violence and hope that our demon is, well, attracted to it.” I nodded, but something was nudging at me, right at the back of my mind. I was on the brink of a realisation, and I squinted out across the garden, into the darkness, trying to force it to come forth. Something wasn’t right. Something didn’t fit the pattern. But, try as I might, I couldn’t work out what it was.

“I want to see everything.” They obey. Demon moves his hips like he’s dancing to music only he can hear. He unbuckles his belt with a snap that makes me swallow hard. John tries to keep his composure, but when Demon gets ahead, his ego snaps. He bends down, pulls off his shoes, his socks, then straightens with a look that pierces me like a flaming spear.

they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

I unhooked the grenades from my belt and tossed them onto the floor, filling the room with gas. The door flung open, and a group of red-skinned demons rushed inside. My jaw clenched. They were the exact type that dished out our punishments. “You again?” growled the one in front, who had horns like a gazelle. “One,” Ophois said under his breath. “Two, three, four, five—” All six demons fell to the marble floor. The door opened again, and another one with goat horns rushed inside. “What the fuck is going on—”