Demon Chicken Novels & Stories

Not just 1 or 2 spirits if the victim is that much, he might just summon a whole platoon. Bushh.. A large bird appears with a shape exactly like a bird of paradise, but its body is made of ice and covered with blue flames. The tail hangs white hanging down covered with hotter fire and there are 2 longer tails. On the body is more blue and wings are wide with the same color as the tail. Repeated bursts of energy waves appeared as the bird flapped its wings. Suddenly the bird swooped down towards Al and just disappeared when it arrived. Not long after, Al woke up along with the completion of the Demon Lord's evolution.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

The arrival of Caspian had exceeded the ability of all cultivators and demonic beasts. Scar had the pure bloodline of a divine beast, so she could easily kill all the demonic beasts here. It was like a group of newly born chickens fighting. Suddenly, two ancient giant crocodiles appeared. The fact that these chickens were not scared to death was already quite amazing. Two or three shapeshifting demons were scared out of their wits. They spat out blood and fell from the sky. After the remaining Demonic Beasts realized what had happened, they let out terrified howls and retreated in all directions.

Zikk just took one thing away from the conversation. A farm. To be more precise, it appeared as though this city was home to a chicken farm. But what was it about chicken that was so special? Zikk had a gut feeling that the meat in those bowls ought to be far nicer and tastier than the chicken. Aside from that, when did this city get a chicken farm? There was no mention of anything like this in the reports. This city was a barren wasteland with little to offer. And mines? There was no mention of mining in Ice Demon City.

Maybe yes, and maybe no. Yes, she became the Demon’s Little Bride but what happened next? THE END?

A black bird flew into Derrick's shoulder as he was calmly watching over the newly appointed demons in his realm. As soon as he was able to look into its eyes, his mouth fell wide open, and his jaw hit the floor beneath him. He won't be able to forget those eyes, and he would never forget how Zin looks when he's in his real form.

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

I asked. Aria stepped back and her tail slipped between us. I reached out and grasped it. I could feel the scars etched into the silky limb. Bringing it closer to my face, I saw the marks of rope, knives, chains, things which never should have touched the tender flesh of her tail. The human skin of demons didn’t scar, but our demon flesh wasn’t used to draw in potential food sources. It took a lot of severe damage to create the scars, though. Each of these wounds had been more severe than the scars indicated.

She did not even know that she was hugging the cruelest demon of the Malevolent world. Grand Duke Zel brought the newly transitioned Halfling to his estate in the human world. Since the Halfling was unconscious, the Grand Duke brought his daughter to his chambers. Gukasho stared at the Halfling, who was sleeping peacefully. Her newly decorated horns were identical to the Grand Duke Zel’s when the latter was in its demon form. Their horns were long as they slightly bent backward. As the only heir of Beelzebub the Glutton, she was gifted with wings. Her father only had something among all the demons, and as his only child, she was the second demon to have wings.