Demon Animatronic Novels & Stories

Alec explained. With his looks I know he really believed what he was saying, but I don't care. All I care about is me talking with him. "Well I think the guy demon is not so great as he is painted. He seems to be just some frustrated old ugly loser of a guy that has no respect for human lives" I said with a grimace. Alec burst into laughter flashing me his dimples which is one of my weaknesses. I like it when his dimple deeps in. They make him look so cute and I fall in love the most. My heart kept pounding at the sight of it.

The figure in front of me was still one I could beat! Analyze! [Zagan - Level 199] [Species - Crimson Demon Spawn] [Element - Crimson Fire (Grade 3) [Skills - Bloodthirst, Blood Domain, Demonic Bloodline, Burning Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Sun (Epic)….] [Body - Half Demonic Spirit Body] [A lengthy, deformed creature marches through a strobing surge of heat and illuminance. As it advances, the beast incinerates all in its path.] [The creature's body, which is roughly the size and structure of an adult human, is obscured by undulating deformations.]

It shocked her when a disgusting demon came out of nowhere as the black-robed humans worshiped it with joy. “W—what kind of monster is that?” She whispered in a trembling voice. The demon looked like a bull in an ugly human face. It bowed its head when it met Leon’s gaze. The demon is one of his vassals and is currently doing his job. After getting a nod of approval from Leon, the demon snapped its fingers and a dark red smoke surrounded every corner of the room. It bewitched the humans, who inhaled the red smoke. The black-robed humans raised their hand that was holding the dagger, then slashed their skin. The person beside them licked the dripping blood.

My demon was more than happy to come out to play. ***

He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being. I doubted it at first, but now I can see that it’s really working. Back in time, whenever I walk in the city, the people in the streets will run away with such horrifying expressions. Of course, I was known as the Demoness who only do evil things to others, it was normal for them to be scared. And I love that. I love when people tremble in fear when they see me. Because if I am that terrifying for them, they will not have guts to take what’s mine. They will not have a chance to betray me… to hurt me. It’s such a shame that no one recognizes me now.

I turned around and discovered that two demons were involved in a serious fight, they were using their powers to manipulate objects, throwing it at each other. I tried to recognise them but I couldn't since they had already changed into their demon form. Demons could change into very ugly creatures when they wanted to scare someone. Something made me feel like I didn't invite them to the party. Seperating a human fight might be easy but a demon fight.. Well it is difficult. I watched as other demons just stood there without making any effort to stop the fight. "Stop! What is going on here?! Why are you fighting and who invited you here?!" I yelled but they didn't stop at all. They didn't eve

Demons'' Zeel look at the man with a bit of horror in his eyes and said, ''ANDREA BELLUCI, CLASS- PALADIN''

We put on our goggles, head-pieces and gloves and made our way towards the counter where Charles provided us with our guns. "Which model is this?" Trevor asked as he ran his fingers over the metallic body of pistol. "Automag Four, .45 Winchester Magnum Cartridge." I responded. Trevor nodded in approval, "I personally prefer 5 but this will do nicely too." I grinned. "You know, I kept the bullet from the first time you taught me how to shoot."

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

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.