Demon Apartment Novels & Stories

Aiden pulled out a key and opened it. We both walked inside, and there it was, the demon fountain. Water was coming out of the mouth of a scary bat like monster with sharp teeth. It was a small space, maybe the same size as Annabelle’s apartment and I wondered why he closed it off and kept it hidden from the rest of the garden. Aiden bent down, putting his hands on his thighs and squinting but there was something different about the way he moved. He looked less stiff. Not so perfect. I liked seeing him that way. “What are we looking at?” I asked, standing beside him and leaning forward.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

Room 3B Benita Hayes The thick smell of burnt white sugar and cheap laundry detergent hit me the very second I pushed open the heavy, water-warped wooden door of the apartment building. There was no uniform security guard sitting behind a polished marble desk down here, there was no indoor waterfall to mask the street noise, and there was definitely no central air conditioning hum to cool the air. There was only a narrow, claustrophobic stairwell covered in peeling dark green paint and a single, low-wattage yellow lightbulb hanging miserably from the ceiling by a frayed black wire.

I could think of other more enjoyable things we could be doing other than this, but when Daemon gives an order, that is what we do. It only took twenty minutes to get to the apartment block. Ironically, it was one that Daemon's property development company owned. The five-storey building was relatively new, built about five years ago. Each of the units consisted of two double bedrooms. On the ground floor were some little shops, including a small cafe. "Shall we get a coffee before we start?" Adam asked. A new building meant lifts. At least we wouldn't have to climb up and down stairs. We went up to the first floor and knocked on apartment 13. A female opened the door.

KAELEN'S POV My cock dangled between my thighs and I stood in a fighting stance, watching and waiting as the three demons closed in towards me. Loud roars and ear-piercing snarls echoed through the forest, and the stench of rot hit me like a hammer. The three headed one spat acid and I rolled to the side, dodging his attack with ease. Flames flickered as the venom landed on the grass, burning through it. The fire immediately began to spread as the demon snarled and spat again.

"You need to blast him with fire for as long as possible to weaken him so I can trap him in this ring. Make sure you keep his attention away from me so he doesn't try and stop me." I nod my head, feeling too sick to speak. When we arrive in the apartment the place is a mess. Tables are overturned, there are shattered windows and glass everywhere. I walk into Jason's bedroom to see him cornered by the black smoke. "You smell like her mortal," the demon hisses, "you better not have tainted her. I'll have no use for her then and I shall kill her." Jason doesn't reply, focusing all his power into keeping the demon at bay.

“If you are a demon than how can you look like this? Like a normal human being?” “This is not how I actually look like. This is just how I appear to other.” “Then how do you actually look?” He took another sip then put his glass down before looking her in the eyes. “Once you really deep down believe that I am a demon you might see what I really look like.” “Can’t I see before that?” She asked. “Only if I show you but I don’t want to.” “Why?” He narrowed his gaze. “It’s not a pretty sight and you might never forget it.”

Levan pulled onto a patch of grass near the building we wanted. The four of us got out. Harper and I walked in front, with the two men following behind. We took the elevator to the sixteenth floor. Apartment 1603. Harper pressed the doorbell. After a moment, the door opened to reveal a young woman. She was thin to the point of frailty, like a paper doll. Though her skin was fair and her features delicate—she might have been beautiful once—a centipede-like scar ran down the left side of her face.

Coming here felt intrusive, like invading a space not meant for her. Deimon's apartment was the antithesis of her own dorm room. It was sparsely furnished, a reflection of his practical nature. Worn leather furniture, a sturdy oak desk, and a threadbare rug adorned the living area. Yet, a splash of warmth came from sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating a bookshelf overflowing with well-worn novels and a guitar leaning against the wall. It hinted at a hidden side of him, a passion beyond the future Alpha facade. Despite the simplicity, the air held the faint scent of woodsmoke and something faintly citrusy – a familiar scent that lingered from his clothes. An unexpected pang of

Tristan said. “And when we identify his weakness?" Gabriel asked. “Then we let the arrow fly." Tristan smiled evilly before sipping from his glass of blood. Location: Crystal Hotel Time: Night Demon walked into a large, well furnished room and alongside him was a man dressed formally in black and white shirt and trousers, that looks somewhat like a uniform. He is actually one of the hotel attendants and he was showing Damon into his new hotel apartment. “These are the keys to your hotel apartment, sir. Please make yourself comfortable and if there is anything you need please don't delay in giving us a call. The telecom is over there." The man said pleasantly pointing to the direction of the