Demon Halo Novels & Stories

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

She did not even know that she was hugging the cruelest demon of the Malevolent world. Grand Duke Zel brought the newly transitioned Halfling to his estate in the human world. Since the Halfling was unconscious, the Grand Duke brought his daughter to his chambers. Gukasho stared at the Halfling, who was sleeping peacefully. Her newly decorated horns were identical to the Grand Duke Zel’s when the latter was in its demon form. Their horns were long as they slightly bent backward. As the only heir of Beelzebub the Glutton, she was gifted with wings. Her father only had something among all the demons, and as his only child, she was the second demon to have wings.

It seems that the Demons are only taunting and provoking Cane and Dagon that are readying themselves to strike at the go-ahead from Azron and me. So not worrying for the novelties of even engaging in a senseless conversation, I raise my voice just a fraction louder, "Take them out." And in less than the count of three, all chaos breaks loose. One… Two… Three. With the swing of an Angel blade from the wrist of each man and woman, it hits with perfect precision in the center of a Demon's chest, bringing him crashing to the floor in a grey haze of dust. But they are pushing us with each step closer to the center where we had come from only moments ago. Step by step, backward without tripping, w

] There was a short pause before Fiona yelled out [“Who the fuck is this!? Who are you? What are you doing with Sila's phone? Where's he? Did you steal his phone? Why aren't you speaking up? What are you doing with-” [“Please calm down ma’am”] Wanda said hastily [“Who the hell are you calling, ma’am, you cheap pickpocket? Where's my baby!?”] Fiona ranted. Her baby? [“Listen..um..Fiona Hart, Dr Deane is in the operating room right now, and he can't speak to you.”] Wanda bit her lower lip. Fiona kept ranting on [“You lowlife of a woman, you dare lie to me!? You're trying to steal Silas away from me aren't you, you gold digger”]

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

The Northwest Demon instinctively looked at Colby, gritting his teeth; he swallowed a blood-red pill, then held his hands in front of Salem. “Please.” Salem shook his head. “I’ll let you make three moves. If not, you won’t be enough for me to warm up.” The Northwest Demon was instantly infuriated; he was also a prominent figure—a God of War who had been around for a long while. And yet, he was just a nobody in Salem’s eyes. Everyone who became a God of War was clearly extremely hardworking. After swallowing the pill, the Northwest Demon took a step forward. Bam!

Did the legendary demon realm and Demon Lord really still exist? Andrius could not figure it out, so he did not think about it anymore. He prepared to continue searching to see if he could find any way to help Halle with her inheritance. Boom— Just then, a huge figure descended from the sky. It was none other than the Apocalypse Insect.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down. The other demons fall silent, their attention focused on the spectacle unfolding before them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the realization that she has been thrust into a world where violence and chaos reign supreme. Damon's gaze never leaves Hazel's face as the demon's outburst echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creature falls silent, its eyes still blazing with a feral intensity. "All hail Lord Xorax, my most trusted general," Damon announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He has brought word of a potential threat to our