Demon Art Tamari Novels & Stories

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

He had no love nor caring for them. “It has already been written. You will leave and they will let you.” With that the Norn disappeared as she clasped the last section of gleipner and Fenrir changed back to his wolf. “Here.” Tamara caught a small vial tossed at her from Odin. “Drink it human, your life expectancy is short. We will need longer.” Tamara reached down and picked up the blade that stopped glowing. She dropped the vial. “I don’t trust anything you hand me. I have ways.” She told him and Fenrir changed size and told her to climb on to him.

Tate “You’re going to be so hot girl.” Tammy says as she takes a drink of her rum and coke. I wish she wouldn’t drink in the day. I know Liam and Denver are but that’s only a couple of beers. With Tammy you never know if she’s just going to carry on drinking somewhere, maybe end up in a dive bar. I feel responsible for her in so many ways, as does Lilly.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

He picked up the purple emblem, carefully examining it. "This contains… the secrets of the Devouring Sky Demon Art?" His eyes widened slightly in surprise before a smirk curled at his lips. The Devouring Sky Demon Art was an ancient demonic technique that absorbed the life force of countless beings to strengthen the user—an infamous secret art of the demonic sects. "Well, that was easier than expected!" Chase's eyes gleamed with interest. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to study the manual. He had no intention of practicing the art itself, but by understanding its principles, he could uncover a way to counteract it. After all, recklessly cultivating a demonic techni

Gahiji said as he addressed the male who was still smacking his lips as if he was trying to analyze Tamara’s blood. “She is not a demon dog, too. They have red eyes like other demons, but they taste and smell different, so she isn’t one of them.” The male said, then he went to stand where he was again and I looked down at Tamara and tucked some of her hair behind her ear as I watched her sleep. They thought that she might be a demon dog. The lowest on the hell ladder. Some of the weak demons chose to shift into some animal form, and they stay like that as they served a chosen master.

His purple eyes and silver haired seemed to have made him appear more like a demon than Balbazor upon the question that the demon asked. “It’s not any normal oil indeed, it’s a special fluid made up from dead demons that I have experimented. You know how a demon’s blood can burn human when they curse them to death. I heard they can also burn demons for eternity. The more anger and hatred brew in the demon’s heart before they died, their blood would burn the ones near them even stronger. So I collected all those blood from all your fellow kinds, torture them until they curse me to die, and have you feel for yourself the pain of being roasted by your own kind’s fluid.” “You did what—” Balbazor

And I knew that I had to protect what was left of my family. “What are you doing Tamara?” Tenebris looked about himself nervously, the breeze licking the dead leaves and sticks of the forest flood ever nearer where he stood. “Please Tamara, you don’t have to do this. Come with me… we can be free. I love you.” He holds out a hand to me, his demonic eyes ever hopeful as he reached towards me.