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.

"For wanting to feel everything that was taken from them. Knowing that they would never be able to step on the human world in its demonic form. I would understand if it were to feel the rain, the change in temperature, or simply to observe the world with different eyes.” "If the demons who fled could feel, they would Vraxorize as they both do," he said, indicating the other two who had just held hands in their unusual rain dance. "But they can't feel anything. They are only possessing humans to challenge the archangels who protect this land. To challenge you to enter a war. They just do it for fun.” "Even so, it hurts a lot not to be able to change these rules.” "Maybe one day "he said, and

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.

It looked ancient. As I was led in, the next thing I noticed was the noise. It was a huge crowd. I looked around and saw hundreds, if not thousands, of men and women dressed in black, moving quickly all about the room. There was a strangeness to how they moved: it was so fast, so random, so…inhuman. Demons really exist. I took it all in and was completely, uttterly, shocked. Demons did exist. Am I one of them? I pray not. They led me to the center of the room, chains rattling, my bare feet cold on the stone. I was led to a spot in the center of the floor, designated by a large, tile circle. As I reached the center, the noise gradually died down. The motion slowed. Hundreds of demons took po

Didn’t dare slow down. But as she leapt over a pit, her footing slipped. She crashed to the ground, scrambling up only to find herself surrounded again. The demons smiled darkly. "Unmask. Now. Or die." "Go to hell," Jo spat. "We are from hell," they chuckled. Suddenly, a howl split the sky, clear, piercing, powerful. The demons froze. "We don’t have time. The puppies are coming," one muttered. A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante.