Demon Butterfly Novels & Stories

There was a small pause at the other end of the line. "Goodbye Aubrey." Immediately, the line went dead. I rubbed my temple, trying to sooth the growing head ache. I felt sudden anger flow through my veins. Now he remembers my name. Now that I need him the most... I can't believe this... Why did I ever get myself involved with a demon like Tyler Bresfort! Why did I let myself get used like a slut for a demon like Tyler Bresfort! I'll make you pay Tyler! I'll make you pay for this! The hate that I once had for him, resurfaced into thousands of folds!

Every cell in his body geared up to drain the aura of the demon that had dragged his tom into the abyss. Spitfire launched himself over the edge, reaching out. He didn't even get close enough to touch the demon before he was draining out the thing's aura, mercilessly taking everything the demon had to offer. A pair of leathery wings sprung out of his back. Spitfire kept them closed tightly until he was able to grab Guru's arm. Flicking the wings open, the no-fur was able to slow their descent. He flapped them furiously, trying to pull both of them back to the bridge.

In the sudden clarity, a monstrous figure emerged from the haze. Unlike any creature she'd ever encountered, it was a grotesque caricature of a man. A single, wicked horn protruded from its skull, and leathery black wings, like those of a monstrous bat, stretched out behind it. Sharp teeth glinted in the flickering firelight, and its long, clawed fingers twitched with anticipation. Bloodshot eyes, burning crimson in the inky blackness of its face, held her gaze with a terrifying intensity. This wasn't a human warrior, nor a twisted monstrosity born from Kael's dark magic. This was a demon, ripped straight from the nightmares depicted in the forbidden texts Elena had once dared to study. The

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.

"They are golden butterflies so I assume they are in meadows. Try searching in Mariposas." "Mariposas? Is that a place here?" "Yes," Miranda replied, chuckling as she continues her work. "It's another Kingdom governed by winged demons. Pixie like but more human with huge wings like butterflies. I'm sure you'll know what's gold there and they have dust to give." "Are they nice?" "Uhm... no, not all are nice." "What!" She exclaimed. "I should just stick to the butterflies in the meadow." "But taking dust of those little butterflies will lose their wings' full sternness. Besides, one of the little ones won't be enough."

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

“Move away from those things!” But the guardian angel’s warning fell into deaf ears when a grunting Sir Demonyo’s powerful swings could not cut them, making his focus fixated solely to the flock of butterflies swarming around him. The latter screamed when a couple of dozens of butterflies attached themselves to the commandant’s back, the butterflies’ small fangs pierced through his thick skin, drawing energy and blood from him. The shrilling pains started followed by his howling and guttural screams.

“I think so. Look at him. He looks quite like a snail.” Waltz was disgusted. “I hate this kind of creature the most! Normally, I would trample it to death whenever I see it! How can such a disgusting creature with no bones cultivate to become a human? How strange!” This team looked bizarre. Not only was there a demon with a snail shell on his back, but there was also a wasp-like demon, a butterfly demon, an earthworm demon... They seemed to have been summoned from the back garden of someone’s house.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.