Demon Dancing Novels & Stories

But he had to move slow. The first thing he did was introduce the evil man to what evil truly looked like. One of those mornings when he chose to appear before the man’s bedside, he decided not to leave so suddenly. Nay. He stayed and looked Rell in his eyes, starting a stare down with his demon form fully on display. Young didn’t disappear until the man had sprung into action, finally reaching for his gun, with a ‘what the hell’. When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared.

Even with their combined efforts, in Alfred's opinion, the two of them could not defeat the monster. Dior was ready to start speaking when she abruptly sensed another life force in her surroundings. The alarm bell started ringing louder and louder. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Dior shifted her gaze to the side. Tap. Tap. The demon was moving across the water's surface, using the pieces of the surrounding space as bridges to connect his feet. The demon's body was emitting a massive amount of the purplish demonic aura. With each stride he took, the purple aura swelled in size, and the entire domain flickered.

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. 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.

I didn't expect him to say that at all. "How?" My voice suddenly became small. Valentin smiled deviously and I knew immediately that I had entered a tiny pickle. "You will dance for me, my personal dancer." He said, his deep voice lingering with amusement and and bit of anticipation. "Your mate and your dancer?" I asked and scoffed shaking my head in disbelief. "It's like dancing for the devil." "Whatever you say noisemaker," Valentin chuckled deeply. His chuckle made my heart skip several beats and I almost winced in pain.

She fumbled with the frame, and it slipped from her hands, shattering on the floor. "What are you doing there?" Dante's voice was cold, cutting through the heavy silence.

The fire raining from the ceiling was targeting him—the Duke who had betrayed his kind. "I'm a creature of the dark, Elara. I can't cross into the light of a pure soul. I'll burn up before we reach the surface." "Then we'll burn together!" She didn't give him a choice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaped into the pillar of light. The pain was absolute. It felt like her skin was being peeled off by the sun. She heard Vane screaming, a sound of pure agony as the light of the human world tried to incinerate the demon within him.

I stopped participating and just laughed. It got louder because a temptation took place. There was a woman as sexy dancing there sitting there. I looked around for Yuri. Maybe it's because of the madness that was done then. I found her dancing with Niccolo. I sighed. The man left behind me. The man in front was then called by someone. I didn't give much attention to it. I just keep dancing to the music. I closed my eyes when I felt a little dizzy in the neon lights. But I was also immediately dilated when someone grabbed my waist from behind. At first, I thought my dance was back. But when I smelled his different scent, I realized he wasn’t in the two.

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy