Demon Animatronic Novels & Stories

King Oannes - Mermaid Fish Demon - Spiritual Demon Lv 8 Bronze - An old man with a beard and human body but has legs like a fish 8. Gin and Gun: 2 twin demons - King Oannes' confidant - handsome face and large build - Spiritual Demon Bronze Level 1.

The Demon vanished into darkness as he stood in front of the group of a hundred men with the village insight he was the only one to stand against them. Silence echoed throughout the night as the Demon stood before the bandit hoard their leader got off his horse aiming his rusted sword towards the unknown being asking him to lay down his life and valuables before they aim for their prize. The Demon shook his head as he flexed his arms releasing two 15 meters long blade-like whips from his wrists that appeared as if they were alive. With each swing of his whips, they slithered through the ground with such grace and beauty as if the bandits were walking towards them facing their deaths with ope

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

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.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

The demon came at him with dozens of replications of himself surrounding Damonq. The ancient ducked low and went under the wall of Kaisers, somersaulted and came up behind the one he was certain was the real flesh-and-blood demon. He’d chosen that one simply because, just once, the eyes shifted toward Afanasiv. It was a small thing, but it was telling. He caught the head between his hands before the demon could spin around, wrenched with his enormous strength, snapping the neck bones and tossing the body to one side. Leon waved his hand at the replicas, giving them a kind of life. Each of the bodies, and there were a dozen, turned to face Damonq.

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

At this time, she looked indescribably strange and evil. "It's an Illusory Demon Bug! This guy is an Illusory Demon Bug!" Some disciples finally reacted. Even the disciples who had protected the Illusory Demon Bug trembled and scrambled to one side, with undisguised horror and timidness in their eyes. "It's really this disgusting thing!" Looking at the Illusory Demon Bug, Zephyr Khan's heart skipped a beat. The Illusory Demon Bug was an ancient creature. Its body was a palm-sized worm. Although it was small, it could create illusions.