Demon Animated Series Novels & Stories

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

The demon of envy. The last but not the least, the six demon, Beelzebub as Gluttony. Thamer's summoned his six demons who was only sleeping inside his body for almost twenty one years. They would joined forces together to protect their master, the new master of the Underworld, Thamer Reid. ----- " Help! Help!" Diana's voice could be heard in the darkness. The six demons roamed their eyes to the helpless voice of a young woman until they saw Diana with Damon, almost drowned in the cursed lake.

I asked. Aria stepped back and her tail slipped between us. I reached out and grasped it. I could feel the scars etched into the silky limb. Bringing it closer to my face, I saw the marks of rope, knives, chains, things which never should have touched the tender flesh of her tail. The human skin of demons didn’t scar, but our demon flesh wasn’t used to draw in potential food sources. It took a lot of severe damage to create the scars, though. Each of these wounds had been more severe than the scars indicated.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

It drops lower, skimming close enough that the heat of it prickles his face. “Smiter!” it roars, voice doubled, the word shaking windows— as it perched itself on a power pole that had a transformer under it. Its eyes burn hotter. Flesh splits along old seams; smoke hisses from the cracks as if something inside it is overheating. “You cannot defeat us all.” “OK! I will start with a smelly shitbag like you first,” Scott says, measuring the arc for a second swing. The demon dives off the power pole and banks for another strike, eyes flashing like molten glass, body unfurling for his head. As it flew towards Scott from the corner of the demon’s eye, he could see a set of truck lights as it drove

She was going to die! "Haha hahaha! Humans ...humans...HUMANS! VERY AMUSING" The demon let out a creepy laugh that shook everyone. "Kill them and grant my wish!" The girl raised her tone. In response, the demon tilted its long head and shifted its gaze from Sarah to the group of traitors. It stepped out of the shadows, revealing its deformed body. It had one eyeball fixed in its sockets while the other dangled around his neck area. Tentacles sprouted from its back and it had long claws in place of fingers.

’ I was listening but I did not respond because they would notice that I wasn’t paying any attention. ‘Hello? Master?’ Belzeebub waves his hands in front of me, trying to catch my attention. ‘Hellooooo?’ I cast a quick glare at Belzeebub, just enough for him to realize that I see him. ‘Oh, right um… according to one of my flies, there should be a demon attack very soon. Mammon is trying to keep it at bay, but it is a flying type demon—it’s Remoire. So…you know. We tried our best.’ “WHAT!?” I got caught off guard that I forgot where I was and I yelled. Everyone was looking at me. “I’m sorry. I was just—”

As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears. However, before Yasmine can move and get to her feet, the lower Demon was replaced by an even bigger Demon. The general that was overseeing this section of the war could feel the increased pleasure of that one particular lower Demon and went to join the fun until he saw exactly who the lower Demon had in his claws.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.