Demon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She gulped again, suddenly thirsty for something she knew this man, this demon, was going to make her beg for and then make her beg him to stop giving it to her. Blood watched the conflicting emotions that played on Asha’s face as she couldn’t decide whether she was scared or turned on by his appearance. The conflict gave the taste of her aura a delicious topping that just enchanted his spirit that much more and made the giant turn back into a man. Allowing Young to indulge in his humanness was dangerous, damn near forbidden, but no one and nothing could resist the charms of Asha. It also didn’t hurt that she made Young more tolerable and willing to adapt instead of being stubborn. The counc

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

The next day I woke up, I am now the fiance of the Demon Duke in the Kingdom of Franche-Comte, a kingdom that believes in religion, however, it has a Demon Lord living among its people, Duke of Dubois Castle, or known as Lemon. He holds my hand tight and trails kisses to my pulse, ever since I have known that this man is a Demon who saved my life with the contract of fulfilling his desire, he frequents my room almost every night. “It is not money, and not my title as the countess, also you said that it is not my soul, what is it that you desire Duke?” he paused and those jewel red eyes looked at me intently, he climbed onto my bed and even closed the distance between us. I could feel the war

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

~~~~~ Third Person's POV Azrael couldn't help but be amazed at the demon girl. He still couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Damona's back with black wings coming out slowly and her eyes had a shadow of a burning fire like hell. He must admit to himself that Damona is like a Demon Goddess. It's like Damona is possessed with another personality. She was fearless, wicked and a player as well. She also screamed danger and a black aura covered her entire body.

We cleared the demon’s limp body as he screamed in pain and we raised our head, trying to understand what we were seeing. A tall demon stalked into the ring, a dress barely covering it and holding on for dear life. It had long dark wavy hair and there was a green hue to its shimmery skin. It had a large head that kind of looked ridiculous on the smaller body. Axel stuck his nose in the air, wanting to be sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Hmm, sunflowers. Axel stalked toward his mate whose feet were pounding the ground, furious. Her feet were now pretty ugly, large and almost like an eagle’s talons. No wonder she didn’t like her natural form.

"They know I have a demonic power, but they're probably just confused. They probably think I'm just a Cambion." "Those are half-demons, right?" Cole nodded. "Since no one here has probably ever met or seen a Nephalem, that would be one of their last assumptions." "Is your father's aura the strongest among them? You said it was very strong, didn't you?" I looked at the two of them.

Ceremony, slap, abuse, blood. He wasn't a human. His demons didn't consume him as he himself was a demon. Remembering everything she again started feeling sick as she wanted to throw up. The restroom's door opened revealing Gareth all ready to go to office. Her eyes welled up as a new form of fear engulfed her senses. She wanted to stay away from that demon. "Feeling well?" He didn't even glance at her for once as he was wearing his wrist watch standing before the dresser. Ava didn't answer as if she stepped down from the bed she would collapse because of lack of strength. She wasn't feeling well.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

He truly was a mood lifter. "Thanks for the concern about my aesthetics." I raised a brow as I spoke sarcastically. "Aesthetics are all we have in this cruel world, darling," he said, reaching into the basket and pulling out a dragon fruit. "Now, tell me everything. Does Dante look like he’s been crying? Tell me he’s been a mess. I need to know that the demon has a soul at least." Before I could answer, my stomach let out a loud and incredibly undignified growl.