Demon Butterfly Novels & Stories

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.

This was the demon that had taken three years off of her life! "The fluctuations in his aura indicate that this demon is in the fifth circle. Dior, you're also in the fifth circle, right? Do you believe that demons should be taken lightly today?" With his back to Dior, Ifrit inquired. "No. Demons should not be taken lightly; they possess secret abilities, and most importantly, their aura is greater than ours." Ifrit returned her gaze to Dior with an appreciative gesture. Despite the fact that this hero had failed spectacularly, she was nevertheless well aware.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

They shook violently, and the pitch left their bodies and returned to the pit. “Kill her and bring me her damn wings,” Greco ordered, and I became enraged. The demons took human form, and wings so large and black that they were twice the size of Selene's wings sprouted from them. That scared me, but what scared me even more was seeing a demon create a spear. No!

Callisto begged. "I'm sorry but I have to get back to my demon. I also need to eat lunch but I do have something for you where you can do it with." Purple butterflies swirled inside the cave and gathered just between the witch and the nymph. The butterflies soon disappeared leaving behind a white haired elf tied by ropes and gagged with a red thong.

Without waiting for a response, I summoned my wings and flew to the Fire Palace, where Azazel was staying. The fire palace loomed ahead, a towering structure of obsidian and brimstone, glowing faintly with the embers of eternal flames that lined its walls. The heat was intense, even for a demon god like me. It was a testament to the raw, untamed power that resided within these walls. As I approached, the massive iron gates groaned open, allowing me entry. The guards, demons of flame and shadow, bowed their heads in reverence, their fiery eyes flickering as I passed.

If anything, he presses deeper, adding a third finger, stretching me in that delicious way that makes my breath hitch. “Ahh–fuck Dante, it’s so f-full” “Easy, butterfly,” he murmurs, soothing. “I’ve got you. Just feel. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”