Demon Butterfly Novels & Stories

Maybe if I rattled my brain hard enough, I could knock the stupidity out of myself. Instead, I just burped… then farted. Fuck. Another one escaped—louder this time. Unable to bear it, I shifted into my demonic form. My black wings unfurled with a snap. My horns twisted upward. My skin turned hellfire red, and my tail lashed behind me like a whip. There. Now I could finally— PFFFFFT. Another fart. A deep, menacing one. Oh no. Something worse was coming. I bolted for the bathroom—only to grab the doorknob and find it locked.

I knew she was the Phantom, but she was so tiny and delicate. “Honey, let’s just be together like this for tonight. The way we were the first time we were together. Dim rooms are flattering to humans, but make demons look frightening.” She murmured, nervously. I thought it was cute that she was anxious about showing me her demon body. I knew it could be difficult to show her true self after hiding for so long. Especially, since female concubi were wiped out in the beginning of the hunts. “Just your tail then?” I stroked the area of her lower back I knew was the only gap between her wings and the beginning of her tail. My fingers traced along the sensitive skin delicately.

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.

Gonzalo said in a warning tone. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Patricia got scared and apologized. "Feed that pendejo to the tigers," Gonzalo ordered. The sound of heavy gates rang in the air as his Siberian tigers roar. Dencel tried to fight off Gonzalo's men, who used to be his friends, but he's no match with their number's advantage. His screams of agony erupted when one of the guys successfully pushed him to the opening of the cage. Gonzalo's Siberian tigers had a feast.

There were some other concerns, but I’d deal with them as they happened. I took a deep breath as Anders nodded for me to go ahead. I relaxed and thought of flying. The feeling of the wind over my feathers. There was a small gasp in the crowd as my wings came out. I brought out my tail, after I stretched my wings, and felt my fangs grow. My wings were one of my favorite things about my demon form. They were glowing white on the outside and a more muted, dull white inside. The feathers made for a nice blanket to sleep in, when I wasn’t having to sleep in trees.

At this time, she looked indescribably strange and evil. "It's an Illusory Demon Bug! This guy is an Illusory Demon Bug!" Some disciples finally reacted. Even the disciples who had protected the Illusory Demon Bug trembled and scrambled to one side, with undisguised horror and timidness in their eyes. "It's really this disgusting thing!" Looking at the Illusory Demon Bug, Zephyr Khan's heart skipped a beat. The Illusory Demon Bug was an ancient creature. Its body was a palm-sized worm. Although it was small, it could create illusions.

Some were winged and swept down from the sky, others poured out of the vortex and the bubbling pools of ooze. Peering upward, Leesa saw that Jenna had transformed herself from a hawk into a huge eagle. The witch-bird swooped down at one of the largest of the flying monsters, a bat-like creature with the head of a mountain lion and a forked tail. Jenna sank her sharp talons deep into its eyes, blinding it. The demon tried to break free, beating its membranous wings furiously against its tormentor, but Jenna held firm. A moment later, her curved beak ripped into the thing’s neck, tearing out its throat and ending its life.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

POV: Eriol Being a demon in this kind of situation sure is advantageous. Right after the coach left the residence, I purposefully left my double to do the remaining errands while I flew in the sky and followed the vehicle to its intent destination. Oh, don't get me wrong. I maybe a demon but my wings aren't like a bat's. I have glorious black angel wings I could use whenever I needed it. This was the only part of me left since I became a Fallen Angel and eventually a demon prince.