Demon Diaries の小説・ストーリー

I wonder he has his ass fucked or not. There were even a few diaries. I picked up one and hear I found something extremely useful. It had the details of all the murders he had done with the name and accomodation of the victim. Damon should have never stored it but here he did it and now I can torture him with this. I left the place taking the diary too running down the pipe and jumping off the boundary wall....

He has managed to treat and bandage his upper body and is about to head out of my bedroom when I stop him. “Are you going to be okay?” He smiles. He’s genuinely amused by my question. In fact, he’s laughing at me. “I’m a demon,” he reminds me. “The wounds will heal overnight.” I nod. His smile fades and he gives me one last look before leaving my bedroom. *** After a rough night of tossing and turning, I manage to get only a few hours of sleep. I climb out of bed reluctantly and get cleaned up before heading downstairs to see Annie shuffling around in my kitchen.

“Why would you think so?” “Demons cannot die unless killed by other supernatural creatures. Why would Lucian be an exception?” “Because he is not entirely Demon.” Roshan said as a matter of fact. “True but he could have died and come back to life, just like Irene.” Irene had died after giving birth to Lucian but she had come back to life because she had demon blood in her system. When she came back to life she had become partly Demon. Lucian was already partly demon which meant that when he died his demon side could have saved him and he awakened was a fully Demon. But then again Demons could track other Demons so why couldn’t they find him, Roshan wondered.

Forgotten by all but me. And there, in the dark, I did the one thing I swore never to do. I summoned a demon. I knew the words. I had studied them once in secret, back when I was still naive enough to think knowledge alone was harmless. I carved the circle with chalk, then blood, then bone—just as the old book instructed. When the final syllable left my lips, the air rippled. The temperature dropped. And the wind died. Then he appeared. Not with fire. Not with thunder. But with a sound like pages turning.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Old habits die hard. Demons rarely ever sweat, but when they do, it’s terrible. And nasty. And everything but pleasant. It’s like water finally breaking out of a dam- from a trickle slipping through cracks to a deluge of transparent fluids that can be mistaken for water if not for their accompanying smell. If it is that bad for the average demon, what would you say about a demon physician, especially one of his size who is constantly exposed to less-than-ideal conditions?

Delsanra Diana Rossi, the mate of Rayhan Rossi, is a hybrid demon witch. There are others, like the Deimos prince, and many things they’ll keep quiet, but I don’t fault them on that. Knowledge is power, and for others to attain that information… can be dangerous. A knock on the door of my office makes me look up, and I sit forward. “Enter.” The door opens and I’m instantly hit with a powerful aura. Even if I hadn’t ever seen him before I would know who this is.

My eyes flashed down and then back up so quickly that I didn't even get a good enough look to see if he was affected by what we were watching, or if that was just how the fabric of his pants naturally bunched from the position he was in. My second glance was longer, a lot longer. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Did demons even have the same reproductive parts as humans? They had to have something based on the circle he ruled over, right? Or perhaps that was why it was Hell, to begin with. Were the humans and demons locked in a realm of eternal arousal with no outlet for relief? The theory was so close to the past week with Demetri that it might actually be true. "Little Witch," his ra

Artemísia looked at the demon with flaming eyes. "She wouldn't hurt you, I just wanted you to see how- Geon couldn't finish the sentence. Artemisia slammed the diary between his horns before the demon could even figure it out.

Shunka knew it didn't have much time. SMASH! Diane dropped her cell phone when she heard glass shattering in the kitchen. She hurried to DJ, who was standing up and looking towards the slide windows. The curtains were swaying in the wind as the breeze blew in through the broken windows. “Come to me, DJ," Diane's voice was shaky. DJ quickly ran and held on to his grandmother's skirt tail. “Hold on to me, DJ, and don't let go," Diana warned. She inched up towards the window, she couldn't see the floor from where she was, the kitchen island was in the way. She stepped around the counter and her eyes widened at the demon that was crouched. Its eyes fell on DJ first then on Diana. It licked its l