Demon Apartment Novels & Stories

Demon, on the other hand, seems to relish it; sometimes I think the harder something is to crack, the more determined he is to smash it open. We decide to stay at the only place that seems to take guests: an old wooden house turned makeshift hotel, with walls that creak and a receptionist who barely meets our eyes. The room is small, with a narrow bed and a window that looks out onto a dark alley. Demon tosses his jacket over the chair and flops onto the bed as if he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life. “It’s not the presidential suite, but at least it doesn’t smell like damp… yet,” he says, turning his head toward me with that crooked smile.

The third floor, a breeding ground for Disastor-class monstrosities, served as a chilling reminder that the fourth floor held the potential for even more formidable adversaries. Fear did not consume him, but the thought of sacrificing the valiant army he had painstakingly assembled was a bitter pill to swallow. While he and his fellow summoners possessed immortality, the demon army possessed only two precious lives. "Keep me informed the moment you stumble upon the gateway. It has been far too long since I last ventured into the embrace of this dungeon," I commanded, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. After our brief discussion, I made my way to the opulent dining ro

This mysterious appointment Ram talked about had been so far from my thoughts I'd failed to ask any questions. Yet. "Like most demon cities," Ram said. "We're almost there." "Mind telling me where 'there' is?" My stomach dipped in a quick heave as he dropped our elevation and scooted the damaged transport between buildings, skimming through the thin spaces. Now that we were in it, I shuddered at the thought of living in a city where it appeared most of the buildings had almost no living room.

Straight to the point I see. “I didn’t like the on going idea of me leaving here without saying much, I see you most days anyways”. I shrug averting my gaze. Looking back we stare at one another. It seems we tend to do that often. “How do humans do these things anyways? get to know one another.” “Humans?” She repeats with a brow lifted and a half smile. Should I just spit it out? She probably won’t believe me anyways. I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

“Stay here.” Noah walked to the reception desk and spoke with the man behind it, who in turn looked at her, his eyes flaring with flames for a second. He nodded, sliding a key across the counter to Noah. The demon returned to her, and she looked past him to the man behind the desk. “Is he a demon too?” He turned his head, looking back to the man. “Yeah, this whole building is owned by the Horde. It’s one of our only safe houses. We’ll be good here for at least a few days.”

I opened the door and slipped outside, I knew where to go this time, I ran through the first floor running across it, hoping not to bump into anyone, I went down the stairs to the demon floor, they all stay here, and they aren't nice, or pretty, but they are my chance out of here. I started to walk around, now how do I know who's the demon that's leaving room, most of the doors were closed, maybe they are just busy? I had my ears on, I was trying to listen up, but how does opening a portal sound like some chanting? maybe I'll hear him talk before saying I'm leaving, or maybe just the sound of him leaving. I'm trying my luck here. I had my ear on the first door that's the best I could do as I

I place my bare feet on the cold marble tiles and I stand to my feet. Oh yeah, I am miles away from my Werewolf Territory, and I am in Demon Territory because this is my new home for now. This room is my new room, one of the many that are in the penthouse that I have been graciously gifted by the Demon King. The room has a faint smell of smoke, and it’s slightly cold. I am wearing loose pajama pants and a white tank top. The loud banging of the door continues and I cuss under my breath. It is becoming annoying.

And for the first time, I feel like I might actually belong. As Blake guides me back to Demitri’s place, I take in the vastness of my new reality. My apartment was ordinary—just one of many in a complex, tucked away, unremarkable. Demitri’s, though, is something else entirely. The building is an imposing structure, the top floor reserved solely for him, and each floor below dedicated to his various businesses. It feels more like a fortress than a home, with people constantly moving in and out, an endless flow of bodies and briefcases. I have a sense that life here will be far from private.

I knew I’d find she was a perfect choice for my Altaluna. Moran and Val looked at her wide-eyed. He sniffed the air and I wondered what he was looking for. I sniffed, but my nose wasn’t nearly as sensitive as a demon’s and I could only smell two humans, an incubus, a bear, and myself, among the myriad other scents in the apartment. It was times like this, I wished I could mind link them. I’d ask him tomorrow. Right now, I wanted to take Madison back to her room. “So, you guys can see I’m fine. I’ll be home tomorrow and we can talk about what is and isn’t okay when your friend doesn’t come home.” I chided.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w