Demon Diva Novels & Stories

Daven gritted as it’s testing his patience. “Can’t I stay longer. I want to fuck that woman,” it said. “You're ruining my personality,” Daven said. “Like you have one,” The Demon chuckles. Dave frowns. "If you act too soft with these women, they would turn you crazy. They are going to deceive you,” Demon warned him. "I know how to handle them better than you. So, get the fuck out of here,” Daven yelled. "I will give you the authority but if you make a mistake, I am not going to giving it back until everything is over,” it said.

Smoke covered the entire place, and the fight below had stopped to save themselves from the explosion. Damona smirked and stopped in her tracks. She fluttered her eyes open with two distinct colors shined—silvery red on the left and golden purple on the right. Everything about her screamed death and ominous. It's her power as one of the chosen Goddess of the Demon Clan. She flapped her wings with full force and an enormous magic circle appeared, separating her and King Warrick from everyone.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

"You were innocent..." "Maybe... I was looking for her when I came to power... I found out about the agency for which she was working but got to know that she got married to the American mafia, Damian knight... There I saw Mila and hired her... I got to know more about Rose from Mila..." He sighed. "Rose was a demon covered in blood who came there to feed on souls but she chose to give me life... Why?... She hasn't answered my question till now and when I finally got to meet her she was against Russians..."

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."