Demon Diva Novels & Stories

Selenian said. - What's more, for the first time, we have the queen of demons and representatives of the demon summit. - Selenian said, presenting the demonic woman with purple skin, pink hair between the sides like pink flames, between her pointed and twisted horns above her head, in an S shape, which meet. In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side.

The shadow’s hand stretched toward her chest— Then Diva screamed. Light erupted from her body, blinding, burning. The cavern shook. The shadows shrieked. And then— They were gone. Every last one of them. — Diva’s POV My knees buckled. Derek caught me before I hit the ground, his arms warm, steady. I was shaking. Not from fear. From power. Something inside me had unleashed. And I had no idea how. Derek’s wolf eyes studied me, sharp and worried.

"No no... I better not. I did not mean it. Aunty, I am really sorry. Please do not hurt me. I am telling the truth. My mom said if I mix the drag she gave me in your drinks you will..." "You b*tch! How dare you say you did not do anything? You have killed me by your own hand!" Serena spoke. Diva kept begging and begging for mercy. Serena clenched her fists and said for the last time, "Okay. Keep your eyes closed for ten minutes and bow your head. Say 'You and your mother is a f*cked up b*tch continuously." As she ordered in the scary voice, Diva nodded her head immediately, and then lowering her head she closed her eyes and started reciting what Serena told her to recite.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

I crawl exhausted to the pillow, but he picks me up and stands me up. -No, no, love. We're not done. Get down on your knees. Why does it excite me so much when he gives me orders? I get down, and my demon holds his penis between his fingers, slowly passing it over my lips. I open my mouth and let him penetrate me. Damn! I think he reached my throat. I suck him and move my head back and forth. -Angel, you're driving me crazy, he shouts animalistically.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

“You can have this if you tell me what I’m here for.” Her eyes followed every swing of the jewelry, desire sparking in them. “What do you want to know?” “How do I wake Draven?” “Why is everyone eager to know this? A demon just left here a minute ago.” Fuck. We were a step behind them. “Who is he?” She huffed, climbing out of the tub. “I don’t keep track of every demon around the block.” “He wanted to know the same thing?” “Yes.” She held her palm out to me. “The jewelry, please.”