Demon Art Tamari Novels & Stories

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He was carved, sculpted, brick by brick, every detail of his body was taken seriously… shit! But, aside from the beauty he wears on his face and his amazing body, you definitely, most definitely wouldn't want to cross paths with such an intimidating and scary aura; he's the thin line between heaven and hell, angel and demon, just a perfect mixture with the correct measurements… he's perfect! I glance at Tamara, who is trembling while standing. In just a few seconds, she is soaked in her own sweat. I doubt she's even breathing with the choking sound that escapes her lips every now and then.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

“Wait … are you gonna sacrifice me?! You traitor!” “Shut your bloody mouth,” Janshai swiped Arth’s finger away, “I’m not gonna offer your frail human body. For this demonic portal to be opened, it needs a substantial amount of demon blood.” “But …” Arth’s eyebrows stormed. “You’re only a half-demon.” “That’s the problem,” Janshai stared at the mark, his hands on his pockets. “This is only a theory, but I’ll try to double the amount of blood offer. That’s why it’ll take a longer time.”

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."

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari. “That won’t be happening,” she muses, crossing her arms over her chest. I step back until my back is pressed against the wall, knowing I stand no chance against a Demon. “Atari…” “I’m afraid, little spirit, that you will not be helping Aspen today,” Atari says, smiling bitterly at her. She freezes, stunned. “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Atari clasps her hands together, looking at her. “My spell is almost completed. All I need is the blood from your veins, and it will be ready.”

The other started chattering nervously. Consort Zhou examined the teacup closely, it was well-maintained and she knew her own strength and her own control never slipped unnecessarily. A sudden uneasy feeling swept over her as she stared at it for a long while. Then the attendant by her side spoke up; “My Lady, this cup seemed to have cracked on it’s own, the old sayings show that this is abnormal and it is a bad omen. Shall I replace it?” She asked in a low voice.

Victoria wasn't deserving of the title any longer. "Your cowardice is laughable". I smirked. "You should fight me as a man and not a woman". "Women are my new favorites. Especially this one". She grinned. Her voice was croaky and deep. It was the demon speaking. She stepped towards me but then, Tammy's fright heightened. It was then I recognized what the demon was up to. He was distracting me. Tammy wasn't in the house. I had to find her. Deciding it wasn't a good time to fight him, I disappeared to go find Tammy.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.