Demon Dancing Novels & Stories

The Demon vanished into darkness as he stood in front of the group of a hundred men with the village insight he was the only one to stand against them. Silence echoed throughout the night as the Demon stood before the bandit hoard their leader got off his horse aiming his rusted sword towards the unknown being asking him to lay down his life and valuables before they aim for their prize. The Demon shook his head as he flexed his arms releasing two 15 meters long blade-like whips from his wrists that appeared as if they were alive. With each swing of his whips, they slithered through the ground with such grace and beauty as if the bandits were walking towards them facing their deaths with ope

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.

>>>Dante Dante paced back and forth in his dimly lit study, his mind a tempest of fury and frustration. The events of the night replayed in his head, a cycle of rage he couldn't break. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light of the desk lamp, and took a long, burning sip. It did little to quell the fire inside him.

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.

A mixture of mint, expensive perfume and liquor that smells so manly and sexy. He maneuvered my waist and made me turn to him smoothly. I grabbed his arm and closed my eyes in a sudden rotation. I looked up and almost backed away to see who it was! What the? My mouth dropped open when I realized that all this time, I'm dancing with my best friend's cousin, Markus Mongreco! Wearing a black dress shirt rolled down to his elbows and black slacks, he chuckled sexily.

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.