Demon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Demon said seriously, “It is very important to wear this, I also want to see how you look in these clothes and yes, remember that from now on, every time you step into this room, you have to wear a seductive dress for me. Today I brought you this dress but next time you have to bring it yourself. There is a stir in Amber's heart thinking what is happening with her. Demon was doing to her the same things that Elijah's pack members are doing but still Amber was not disgusted by him, there was something different in Demon which Amber also wanted to understand. Demon was not at all what he was showing himself to be and Amber realized this. Amber silently went to the washroom to change her clothe

The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power. In that moment, Asmo's indomitable display of raw, unbridled power left them awestruck, a chilling reminder of the formidable force that he wielded. The air crackled with an undercurrent of fear and reverence, the demons standing in silent acknowledgment of the sheer magnitude of Asmo's prowess.

It was beautiful—so beautiful that it didn’t make sense. Why would the demon create something so wondrous? My instincts screamed at me to be wary. A landscape this serene, conjured by something so malevolent, had to be a trap. “what do we do now?” Pelin asked, squeezing my hand tight. “I’m not sure” I whispered back. I glanced up at the demon and caught her smirk, sharp and cruel. My stomach turned. As if on cue, she raised her hands. The graceful motion belied the dark power radiating from her fingers.

Elara’s gaze traveled upward, and her breath hitched. The man standing outside her circle didn't look like a demon. He looked like the kind of man who bought and sold banks for breakfast. He was tall—impossibly so—wearing a charcoal-grey suit that fit his broad shoulders with predatory precision. His hair was black as a raven's wing, styled back except for one rebellious strand that touched a forehead as smooth as marble. But it was his eyes that betrayed him. They were the color of a winter sky just before a storm—a piercing, frozen grey that seemed to look through her ribs and count the beats of her frantic heart.

His deep voice seem to have some sort of magic as it lingered in her ear making her heart go wild. April lifted her eyes to meet his, her knees were completely weakened staring into those hauntingly ethereal grey eyes. The presence of the demon before her was enough to suck her energy. He was just too intimidating, his mysterious dark and icy demeanor felt like he was a monster, no, he was a monster disguised as a beautiful man.

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!