Dancing Demons Novels & Stories

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

“All together boys! One shouted and they all jumped up the dais steps. As they jumped they suddenly found themselves hanging in the air unable to move as Ruben encased them in a spell which stilled the air around them taking away their momentum and their ability to breathe. As they floating in the air, choking for their last breaths Ruben looked out over the rest of the demons. “Anyone else?” A ripple of sullen despair went through the crowd. The three demons were suddenly ripped apart by a strong rapid gust of wind, their blood raining down upon the crowd.

Ash lounged beside me on the raised platform overlooking the space, his posture relaxed, one arm resting along the back of my chair as if this were the most natural arrangement in the world. Below us, the first demons stepped forward. They began with fire. Not simple flames passed between hands the way traveling entertainers might perform on the surface. These demons shaped fire like sculptors working molten glass. One of them flicked his wrist and a narrow ribbon of flame uncoiled upward through the air, twisting into a spiraling helix before splitting into two separate streams that wound around each other like living things. Another demon inhaled deeply before exhaling a slow breath of spa

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Demon and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Azron and Dagon that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, we bring the end to a group of Demons…

Once inside the room, Anastasia gracefully placed the drinks on the side table, before reclining upon my bed, strategically showcasing her most captivating assets. The insidious force within me yearned to burst forth, my eyes ablaze with a haunting shade of violet, my demonic essence pulsating with temptation. Among the myriad races, demons were notorious for their affinity towards such wicked deeds. And I, being a demon myself, felt an innate urge to consume the woman standing before me. Unaware of the transformation in Riel's eyes, Anastasia remained fixated on flaunting her allure. Disregarding her advances, I nonchalantly took a seat beside her, delving into the reports strewn across the

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."

My tail hung inert, without the strength to move. She danced before me. Lilith. Not the first, not the mother of all demons. A Lilim who had taken her creator’s name as a throne. Hair red as fire, eyes green as poison, skin white as the bones of the men she had devoured. She danced naked under the moonlight that entered through the open roof of the temple, her hips drawing slow circles, her hands running over her own body as if it were the most sacred thing in the world. It was.

I gave her a wink as I continued on with the upbeat song. "Sendin' out the message to all of my friends, we'll be lookin' flashy in my Mercedes Benz." I started clapping to the beat and dancing on the counter. Kira tried to mimic me, but had no rhythm and no moves. I couldn't help but laugh. My lips kept singing the song as the demon smashed around with his retrieved hammer. One by one, the orcs, giants, and humans fell. By the end of the song, the Horage demon stood in the middle of the bar area surrounded by his destruction.

The one with all the darkness, death. And demons.

Making everyone at the courtroom dumbstruck , but not so much until, a arora of a malice, weathered around them — and the bolt from the blue , came a hand piercing the chest of the King in a mere minute, splashing the blood hither and thither, without even a pin-drop sound, and then the King bellied-up— it was the Demon King, Asmodeus . The courtiers and the solider were bewildered, first came the head of mages, prepared to attack the Demon Lord at any time , but little did they knew, the hands and the head of the mage was already cut in a blink of an eye, causing the courtiers to drop their jaw. One of the courtiers exclaimed at the sight of the bloody, clean and neat show, " It can't be! I