Demon Blue Novels & Stories

“Blue.” The voice hit him like a punch, low and urgent. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He felt Liam before he saw him—the rush of energy, the warmth that always drew him in no matter how hard he tried to resist. Slowly, painfully, Blue pivoted. Liam stood there, breathless from running, curls damp against his forehead. His stage outfit glittered under the streetlights—black sequins clinging to him like sin, like temptation itself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but his eyes… his eyes burned with something fierce. Something desperate.

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

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.

The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come. “Bael sent her where? Demon!!” Alexander growled, bolstering his inner force on the demon whose scales charred into ashes slowly, giving him the most agonizing pain. “I-I don’t know, my king. I was ordered to distract you, ”said the demon with great discomfort and remained as a demon until the last second before turning into ashes, gathering as a mound of soil. Until Alexander disappeared, and the shape of the demon’s body remained to kneel with unfortunate eyes.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

I sent someone flying, and he should be standing up any moment now, and I wanted more details. [Zagan - Level 199] [Species - Crimson Demon Spawn] [Element - Crimson Fire (Grade 3) [Skills - Bloodthirst, Blood Domain, Demonic Bloodline, Burning Dragon Bloodline, Crimson Sun (Epic)….] [Body - Half Demonic Spirit Body] I needed to understand the purposes of a "spirit body" despite the fact that my analyze skill had already given me more information than anyone could possibly need.

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.