Demon Dragon Mad God Novels & Stories

His frown only seem to deepen with time. "It was weird and scary when Maddox reacted that way..His eyes were— "Gray" He finished.Tension happens to linger in the air, somehow I feel there's something wrong or maybe about to happen. "How do you know?" I asked.The man before me heaved out a sigh. "Demon is trying to take over Maddox completely.Those gray eyes only come back when it's stronger and succeeding in taking control.I have warned him countless times to not use demon.It makes him strong for sure only to lure him into the trap"

"The godking is not human, not in the sense that you or I would understand. He is... something else. Something that has existed far longer than anyone realized." The crystal's light took on a reddish hue as it displayed the godking alone in a chamber of black stone. His form seemed to ripple and shift, revealing glimpses of a much more monstrous appearance beneath the human facade—multiple limbs, a twisted, elongated spine, eyes that burned with an inner fire. Rex felt Fafnir's consciousness surge forward with startling intensity. 'Demon,' the dragon's voice hissed within his mind, filled with a hatred so ancient and powerful that it momentarily overwhelmed Rex's senses. 'One of the Void-Tou

"Are you saying you think you can take me down?" "Why not?" The Dark Messenger threw his head back, barking out a laugh before looking back at Wilbur. "You're far too confident, Wilbur. You're nothing more than a prey that I have set my sights on. I shall be the ninth evil god after Bahamut!" The Dark Messenger's gaze glinted coldly before bursting into a sprint towards Wilbur. All at once, Wilbur was filled with a sudden boost of courage as he summoned the Magic Dragon Blade to meet the Dark Messenger's attack.

But, it was obvious that Daimonas will never be contented and will do everything to gain more power, even if he needs to kill the Gods. The Gods feared the Demon Lord Daimonas. They feared that one day he will obtain a power that none of them could handle. They were afraid that the Demon Lord will one day be the reason of their extinction. The Gods know that they need to interfere, so they have to do something to stop this ambitious being. So, the Gods contacted one of the ancient Gods, the God of faith and destiny, the God named Prepromeno. The Gods asked Prepromeno, they pleaded to make a prophecy that would stop the Demon Lord Daimonas growth. But Prepromeno neglected their requests.

“G-Got in her f-face and c-called her m-mean n-names.” “There not mean if they’re true, doll! Plus, she had no right to bully a little cutie like you!” Grayson said, sending her a wink. I fought back a scowl, knowing that he didn’t mean anything by the wink. Grayson was naturally a friendly person. Something that never bothered me as much as it does now since its towards my mate. My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

- Said Dark-Dragon groaning in sequence. “You really want a good fight. - He said moaning between two fingers inside his hole hitting his prostate. - That's right. - It said. - You are very smart Dark-Dragon. - The demon smiled. - And he teamed up with Penguin on a financing. - It said. – I think you would convince him that it would be a mutation in the creation of the perfect body close to a god. - He said. - Smart boy. - Said the mimic slapping his ass pushing two more fingers inside him.

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.