Deer Demons Novels & Stories

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

the three of them look at Lorey with questioning eyes “demon? Aren’t they bad?” “NO WAY demons are real” “Well, Minotaurs are real… what’s more with a demon?” “Hmm… make sense. So, what kind of demon are you?” “They are bad… right” all demons are bad” “Why are you stereotyping? Not all demons are… yes, they’re bad! So, why are you here?” The man looks at them awkwardly and waves his hand to the girl which is straightly eating her food beside him, she didn’t even budge or look at him

Brandon scampers off, unable to believe what just happened. Llearth tries to stop him but thinks better of it. Unlike the younger demon, Llearth is more in tune with his demonic identity, and things like sex or gender matter little to him. The core of a demon, especially one with the essence of lust, is an indiscriminate desire for intimacy, irrespective of shape, form, or gender. So long as it is an entity that catches the demon’s fancy, there are no qualms with coitus or other forms of sexual interaction. Some quirky demons even prefer to be intimate with deceased entities. That is why it is said every demon to his or her pleasure.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

others asked the team member, who was crying in pain. “My leg,” the person answered, and with that, everyone got a burning pungent. It was horrible. They all hold their nose and took a step ahead. Ultimately, they saw the scene which shook their core. Although they were conscious, their subconscious minds told them they were in a dream. How could skin be charred without fire? “Who are you fucker?” everyone asked in unison. “Satan!” the first word fell and resumed in the next second, “The king of hell! Father of demons. Ruler of souls.” As soon as the words ended, the figure took his actual form. With two horns and a tail, the devil was standing in front of them.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Leon The fucking screams still echoed in my head. Didn’t matter how many hours I had spent in the dungeon. It wasn't enough. My knuckles were raw. My shirt stained. I could still feel the steel under my palms. Still see the blood. But those bastards… they were holding out. Paid in fucking casho, no names, no faces. The same shit over and over again. It wasn’t enough. I needed more blood. More pain. I needed to rip them apart until they begged to fucking die.

She never heard about them in Starlight Pack either; not when she was growing up or now. Maybe only those in the northern hemisphere know them. "I don't think everyone does. I have never heard anyone in the southern hemisphere talk about them." "That is strange," Ariel mumbled. The demons belong to the southern hemisphere. Why would they not know about them? "Are you sure they don't?" Ariel asked. "Or they don't just talk about them?" Valerie shrugged. She can't say. She believes they do not know about them or they would have talked about them. Or maybe they do but just like the Fire Pack, everyone fears them?

Long Chen asked, focusing with his eyes closed, hoping that his voice would reach his son. "We... are being attacked by demons! Demons... They are terrifying, with big hands and heads like bulls... My aunts call them demons of destruction!" replied the innocent voice stammeringly to Long Chen. "Demon of destruction? What kind of demon is that?" Long Chen asked the black dragon.