Demon Fall Clans Novels & Stories

One faction is to serve the Palace as general servants while the other factions are to serve members of the Imperial Family. Blue is the colour scheme for the servants belonging to the faction of the Frost Palace, in short these servants directly serve the Third Prince Jin Huan. As for the others, the general servants are clad colours of dark maroon. As for the Emperor, the faction of servants appointed are naturally larger, they are clad in black. The faction which serves the emperor, the colour black truly makes them look more imposing. These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters.

Suddenly the front door clattered open, a large black of smoke weaving through the room as a pair of blood red eyes peeked through the fog. "Where is she?" He hissed angrily, his loyal fur-less black hounds entered the room growling angrily. The man snarled viciously awaiting their response, his flesh appeared to be rotted and hugged his bones, he wore a hooded black cloak, his eyes darting around the room. "She got sick. She didn't make it." Clara cried, it was a lie but she was very convincing. If he thought she was dead he would never look for her.

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth. "He's very aggressive still. How do you think to control them? They seem like animals." I tried to keep my voice from shaking as I struggled to keep my body from curling into the submissive position to make the alphas understand I was not one of them. I had to pretend I was ok when I very clearly was not. I wasn't sure that I would be around that one displaying such anger.

The battle raged on, and while those who wished to leave could do so, they faced countless obstacles they had to overcome to escape the battlefield. Even the young master of the Puppet Sect had to endure the agony of watching his comrades die at the hands of the Ancient God Clan’s extraordinary genius. He, too, slaughtered the Ancient God Clan and the Nine Rings without mercy; only the Demon Clan did not intervene in the war. The Demon Clan merely watched for a moment before casually leaving without any casualties or injuries. This raised many questions among the divine realm, as the Demon Clan might have originated from another realm, yet they were still warriors here.

She was lost in her world admiring him. "Hey, are you okay? " He said, waving his left hand over her face. "His name is Sinclear. He is one of the top mafias in the club. His opponent is Sinful who you know as Eric. Do well not to get on his wrong side. If possible do not let him know you are from Eric. He is very dangerous. In fact I don't know who's is more dangerous between the both of them. The club is even dangerous for you, the fact that you are from Eric" the bar attendant whispered to her.

Snow Demon King frowned. In the entire Plains, apart from their Snow Demon Clan, only the Spirit-devouring Clan remained. The people from the Spirit-devouring Clan possessed deep hatred toward them. Thus, they would not come to pay him a visit. Who could it be? At this very moment! Snow Demon King was also a little confused. "Is he a member of the Spirit-devouring Clan? If so, tell him to get lost!" The Snow Demon King spoke coldly. He was currently furious and did not wish to see the people from the Spirit-devouring Clan.

She followed closely, it was a dead-end, and the thief looked left and right a little hastily. "Don't run, return the things to others, and you can still be sentenced..." Chloe bent over, "Fortunately, this dead-end has blocked the thief, otherwise it will be paid. She has to run for a while. She really doesn't want to have a super marathon on such a mourning day." Suddenly a ray of cold light appeared in the darkness, and the thief suddenly changed his complexion and revealed a fierce light. He opened the dagger in his hand and said, "bithch!! Fuck your mother hell!"

She had to face the odds, and rise to the occasion as a Hunter. Reaching the tall wooden doors of the cathedral, Cassie said "Okay, girls. We go in". But before they could take any step further, out of the gathering night shadows around the cathedral surged a dark cloud of monsters. Maddie flashed back to the Lotus diner, where a couple of Tracker demons had attacked them. Only now they stood in front of her with no Jason to shield her, much more than four: two huge Dragonid demons with their slinking scorpion-like bodies and their gaping, barbed mouths, a phalanx of Moloch demons, flames gaping from their eyeless sockets, and more Tracker demons, tentacles flailing in the air.