Demon Hero Novels & Stories

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?"

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 looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

He snorts again and tosses the candle up in the air a few times, catching it easily. "So… you are…?" "Soleus." He grins at me. "Top General to the Second Prince of Hell's army." Did he just say Hell? As in… THEE Hell? "...A demon." "Yes." He catches the candle again before fisting it tight in his hands. "Isn't that what I just said." Holy fuck. I'm going to pass out. Fumbling for the couch, I lower myself into it. My hands are already shaking. A demon!? How the fuck did I summon a demon!? I didn't even know I had that much magic in me to do that in the first place!

He also couldn’t recognize if the silhouette charging at him was a human or not due to the shroud of darkness provided by the night. A powerful oppressive force charged straight at him. It was as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on him. He had the same reaction when Baxter arrived at Blade Hero's tomb. Arghhh!!! Dillon made a great effort to move his body, but it was all in vain. A figure appeared in front of him the next second. Despite being so close, Dillon couldn’t see his face clearly. The scene was eerie, to say the least. “Dillon White, Sword Warrior.”

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"

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.

It felt like I had a few broken ribs. The man sighed. I recognized him, he was the head of the human section. The one running the training. “Are you healing?” He asked. “I’m trying. I’m not at full power. Thank you. I didn’t want to hurt him.” I breathed. “I’m Dennis Ryan. Head of the human fighters. Serena said you weren’t supposed to go demon. Sorry this happened, but that was impressive. I don’t think any other supernatural would have been able to hold back as long as you did.” Dennis said with an impressed tone.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”