Dantalion Demon Novels & Stories

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

She muttered before taking a step even further than before. That was when she saw it…. A guy something like in his early twenties, coughing out blood…. She could see the two black horns that were attached in his head, and his fingers and feet nails were all black. Darla didn't fail to see the colour of his eyes that was Golden, and mixed with silver, making it look unique. "There's our chance, we can't let the Demon Lord escape this time around. He has been superior to us all for almost eternity, it's time to end his reign!".

My misery hadn’t ended yet when Demon Anwir got into the bedroom, took off his sleek white shirt and black pants, and walked around in the bathroom naked as I could see clearly through the clear glass window. I could see his towering body, firm muscles, chiseled eight packs stomach, and his hanging length. He was the true definition of Greek statues that I always read in the library. The history of mankind before the days of Demon Ahriman brought chaos to earth. I had never seen Antara's body so majestic like that as I had only three times mated with him before he went to Sabbatical Valley to find Demon Akheron. Maybe it was because of the body owned by Demon Anwir at the moment, the master

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

“I’ve heard Aunt Penny say that name–” “That name,” he says, standing, “is the name of an entity. A thing that haunts this house. A name for the demon your family summoned over two centuries ago, Layla. And he’s here, now, stuck in this house, delighting in the torture and undoing of everyone he can get his hands on.” “Stop,” I tell him, holding my hands out as he approaches me. “This is insane, Dalton.”

The demon crawl out a bit with half off his body coming out of his body. "This is bad. If that demon crawls out then it will get worse" Allan swiftly lifts with his wings to the sky after the demon. He descends aiming at the demon however the demon forms a red ball in his mouth and erupts a demon blast at Allan sending him several meters into the air. "Allaaan" shouted Felicia

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

I'm so sure that it was him because I recognized his voice! "B-Why are you doing this, Damian?" welding weak my question. I almost gasped when I heard myself mention his name. I feel so disgusted just by mentioning his name. And did they really get along with Baldo? You bastards! Demons! I want to scream at them. I want to hurt them until I get bored. I didn't know that their evilness will reach this point. Now I realize I should have cried right away when they were still out! Because now I can't scream anymore. Damian blackmailed me. And nothing else can help us.