Demon Army Novels & Stories

Anyways, back to the hierarchy. We had this groups of boys; the sports players? I won't call them that because some members of this group were in debate clubs and others were rappers in High Rhythm( the school music group), Mofy and some others call them Assholes and yes, Manny had managed to make his way into their group last term, God-knows-what he had he had to do; whatever it was, it wasn't legal at all. Saudis; a girls-only-group, obviously. If this was a Netflix movie they would be cheerleaders but the Saudis were a diverse group just like the Assholes. They could be the mean girls but if the mean girls were seven in number.

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

*** The answer came like a pressure behind her eyes. *** *We are what comes after war.* *** Silence fell. *** Even the bravest in the room felt it then. *** Not fear. *** Futility. *** ### The Truth Unveiled Raven’s eyes narrowed. *** “You sent the Demonkin.” *** *They are a function.* *** Not pride. Not ownership. *** Purpose. *** “They’re your army.” *** A pause. *** *They are the first layer.* *** The words settled like ice. *** ### The Weight of Scale

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

The only hybrid alive in the city of werewolves and middle demons. I had been shouting at the demon army I found while I reached the highest speed of this car and hit some of them. The rest who got furious, to them I shouted that I had been looking for Demon Akheron. “Tell Akheron, I demand a meeting!” was the line that I shouted to the demon army over and over like a broken record.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Damon screamed and burst into his demon form and so much anger coursed through his veins, that it prompted his third red eye to open on his forehead. Zeneca and Damon wrecked havoc on the rogue army as they brutally killed everything and everyone that came in their way and none of the Diamond Heart warriors dared to venture out and take the risk of killing the enemy, in the fear of getting killed themselves by the seething Demon Prince and Alpha she wolf who were blinded with anger.

The thought made his blood run cold, they were told that the demons wouldn’t be a part of this war but what if they were? He was too scared, he didn't want to die, Hell, he barely even lived, and to die by the hands of the demons? Ezra wanted to cry, something he couldn’t do as he was already running, so instead he screamed at the top of his lungs, He ran and screamed all of his frustration out as they inched closer and closer to the Taghit camp, Their troops were already on their defensive position, their archers started shooting arrows aimlessly, hitting the first lines of the Manrast army, But it barely held them off thanks to the heavy armors and shields, Aron wasn't among the first line

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

It raised one clawed hand and made a gesture that looked almost like a military signal. Everything changed. The demons stopped their chaotic attacks and fell into formation. They moved with purpose now, coordinated strikes designed to separate us and pick us off one by one. It was like watching a pack hunt, but wrong, twisted into something that made my wolf recoil. The sentries started to fall. These weren't mindless beasts we were fighting anymore. They were soldiers. Cormac caught my eye across the room and nodded toward the demon lord. He was right. Take out the commander, and the army would lose its coordination.