Demon Hashira Novels & Stories

"This isn't you. You're not meant to follow whatever he says. We have one mission and that mission is to take Sathanas out. He doesn't deserve your loyalty." Her breath was getting shaky. She hasn't really gotten to know how to find a demon, let alone one who has been empowered to fight her. "Her name isn't Chelsea. I introduce to you," Chelsea began to move towards her, eyes spitting darkness and violence. "Eversor!" His people cheered and her heart skipped a beat. She looked around frantically and by the time she would look back to her front, she was greeted with a punch on the jaw that sent her skidding across the rough floor. She couldn't block that punch as her hands were tied.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

This is actually the Pantheon of the Gods. Izanami: (A 10 ft tall woman with shoulder length black hair, a very slim figure and Asian-looking face seems to stare aloofly at Syren. Then simply waving a hand at him, causing his body to begin to decay and wither away into dust.) "I have no more use of you pawn. Your life essence will be enough for me to return to this world. Thank you for your patronage." Dantzler: (Not skipping a beat, as he was already running up to her ready to fight. He dive rolls on the ground once and jumps straight up, attempting to uppercut her on the chin.) "Impact Rising!!!"

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.

His sister, Alana, is the great healer I was talking about who can help me lift the aftermath of the curse casted to me so I can have my power back. “Hi! I’m Alpha Helion’s disciple, Na—I mean, Tahlia.” I cleared my throat for the mistake and went closer. Helion watched me with a dark look. I wanted to raise a brow at him. He’s probably scared by now that I would say something about me in front of Jacob. I don’t have plans of exposing my identity to anyone though, even to Jacob or to Alana. Helion has the necklace of divinity, so without my power, none of us in the pack can compete him. I need to stay lowkey until such time I have my power back.

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

I recognized Jessy's handwriting "I AM WITH THE DEMON ALPHA'' was all she wrote. I ran inside like a mad man that everyone I passed looked at me dazed. "Alpha!" I shouted. "What gamma?" Damion asked blankly. Damion too has changed since he took up the title of the alpha but I do understand. It is the new responsibility. Even the gemma position that I assumed is taking a toll on me, talk more of an Alpha and a mourning Alpha at that. "This" I gave him.

I was given and redirected over to a seat at the extreme. I sat my ass, pretending as if I was to the shot which I had ordered, but my ears were inclined all over the inn. "Alpha White is trying to defeat the demon's clan forever trying to steal from the pack's land." Party A uttered "Erm..."Someone cleared his throat from behind. They both turned to look at him. "The alpha will reward anyone who knows a way they might defeat the demon's clan."

She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone. Lesser demon are weak creatures at the bottom of the demon hierarchy, her poor looking attire perfectly reflects her status, and though she looked like a small girl, Alex couldn't afford to underestimate her. Demons have long life span, despite her appearance, she could be much older than him. Any slip-up would be disastrous, as even the weakest demon knows how to cast magic. He needs to be