Novelas y relatos de Danmachi Demeter

Dean banged his spear against the floor and managed to close the portal. "My friend!" Yama chuckled, his voice loud enough to down the sound of buzzing. I gawked at him as he was in one of his crazy suits which were too blinding for my eyes. He was the only demon who inherited the throne without having to fight for it. The longest-running Demon King. Most of them admired him for that quality and feared him at the same time. Then again he looked like the kind of person who cannot even hurt a fly. With his tall slender body, gangly arms and brown chocolate eyes he looked like the boy next door.

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

she repeated. He chuckled and ran his hand through his dark hair, which caught the light of the moon and made it look like satin threads. “My name is Slate,” he told her, looking her right in the eyes. “I know the dragon well, Princess, because… I am the dragon.”

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Damon said. “Now we were going to ask you for an update but maybe we should ask the underbride to be.” Before Young could protest or stop him, Diamanté had reanimated Asha with a snap of his fingers. Asha nearly choked on the wine and words she had been sipping and saying at the swift change, taking in the familiar faces from the bookstore that now sat at the table and the frozen restaurant patrons. Diamanté waved his fingers at Asha teasingly and asked, “how goes the progress to you joining in unholy matrimony with our dear Blood?”

I mindlink Demitri. He looks at me when he hears the strain in my voice, concern laced in his features. Another swipe towards his head brings his attention back where it is needed. I can see the determination in his eyes to help me end this monster. He will not let me, and our baby, suffer any more at the hands of Max’s magical army. He starts moving with a burst of speed making the monster back up. He can’t hit the flame guy or he’ll risk getting burned again.

How? “I am Ithildin Alois the first Luna of the Druit Guard. I am a Vanir from Alfheim or more simply put an elf. Please sit, we have much to discuss. Oh yes, let me take a look at our demigod.” She steps toward us and I guard An Jieun, I don’t want anything to happen to her. “James knock it off before I knock you out you brat. She’s not going to do anything geez.” Am rolls her eyes and I guess I do look a little stupid. My instincts are on overdrive right now and I haven’t slept. I feel like I’m going crazy.

Dexter's voice greets calmly as he walked close enough for me to see his face clearly but the person with him still refused to move. "I guess it's time for you to finally decide my fate." I stutter a reply nervously, watching as the shadow behind him slowly walks closer to where I sat. "I won't be doing that, he will." Dexter replied with an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "It's nice to meet you lady. I'm Damion, the Alpha of the pack you trespassed." He introduces, eventually moving close enough to me and the minute both our eyes met, my heart stopped. "MATE!" We both whisper quietly with wide eyes.