Demon High Novels & Stories

She knew that in this world, humans and beastmen could coexist and marry, but she had never heard of humans being with demons. After all, from the perspective of humans and beastmen, even higher-level monsters mostly possessed monstrous personalities, enjoying killing and eating people. "Is it because the human body is too weak?" Jenny ventured to ask. The old woman shook her head, gazing into the distance. "It's because demons are incredibly greedy. Demons at level 5 or above are considered high-level. However, most demons do not reach that level. Before reaching level five, most demons possess low spirituality, and their instinct to consume and kill surpasses that of beastmen. Even upon re

Or what was left of it. It wasn’t like the others. The previous five had been torn apart, shredded. Brutal, animal violence. This was different. The corpse had been burned from the inside out. Bones visible through blackened flesh, twisted at impossible angles. The sand around it had been vitrified, turned to glass by heat no normal fire could produce. And the smell of sulfur here was so dense my eyes watered. “This wasn’t a minor demon,” Damián said beside me, voice tight. “This is the work of something far stronger. A high-ranking demon. Maybe higher. I haven’t seen anything like this since—”

The demon wasted not a single second in tucking it hastily into his trousers and pulling his zipper up. "My deepest apologies, Lady Evelyn." He said with his head lowered submissively. A strange, unsettling feeling coursed through me as I watched the bizarre scene before me unfold. A massive male demon who stood nearly seven feet tall, all muscle and horns, cowering pathetically in front of a petite female who was barely six inches over five feet. His obvious cowering made something abundantly apparent to me. This witch was dangerous, possibly far more dangerous than I could handle alone. Did I make a terrible mistake following her up here without backup?

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

She was halfway down the hallway toward Chaos’s office when a tall figure stepped out from the main lounge. The stranger wore a fresh Highway Demons kutte, the leather still stiff and new, but he carried himself like someone who’d worn colors his whole life. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and eyes that took in every detail in a single sweep. “You must be Violet. The princess of the Highway Demons Mc,” he said, offering a small smile. She stopped mid-stride, forcing her voice to soften despite her impatience. “Yeah. I am Violet. Killer's old lady but I am no near a princess… you must be Ash.”

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

When asked the reason for his thought, he offered the fact that mages have been known to fight against demons and win. “Middling and lesser demons, perhaps,” Stratin opposed. “But high demons require more than one mage to take down.” Moss shrugged. “High demons aren’t a part of this discussion.” “Why not?” “Because a high demon is as equivalent as a second mage. Adding a high demon is like asking if it’s relevant to take another mage into battle.” “You insult mages,” Ariadne snorted. “A high demon isn’t equivalent to another mage. They don’t have the intelligence.”

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.