Demon Human Novels & Stories

he affirmed. “How? Demons are demons, not fine humans,” I claimed and he laughed. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” he continued laughing. “I was just asking, I’m curious. My teacher used to tell me demons are ugly creatures with horns sent to the world to manipulate and destroy lives before returning to hell. Why are you not ugly?” I queried curiously. He stopped laughing and focused on me.

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."

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

Malacar, what kind of beast are you? Shit. I didn’t expect her to ask this question now. Well, I will not change much, if that’s what you’re asking… Okay, I let out a breath. I’m a demon. More like a human with an entity inside of me. It’s not just a name; being a demon means I carry ancient power, darkness that can heal, destroy, or possess. My senses are sharper, my body stronger, but there’s always a hunger inside, a risk of losing control if I give in too much. Sometimes it feels like there are two hearts beating in my chest, and the wrong person noticing could mean disaster. Zaria, no one can know this. If they find out, they’ll sentence me to death.

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.”

Wounding her own flesh. The Wicked Witch remembered how the demon looked like, the one who blessed her with power. The man's skin was pale as the lack of the sun on his skin almost made him look ghostly. His lips were ruby red and his eyes were piercing black. Obsidian eyes, beautiful… and yet, empty. On the demon’s hand was a human head, and the blood was still dripping from its mauled neck for the demon feasted on human flesh and blood. All the hair on her body stood up when she saw numbers of human remains, bones laying there.

The Demon Realm has been in shambles since the last Annihilation and demons began resettling into the Human Realm. But that caused their population to dwindle at the hands of human mages who hunted and killed them, resulting in what remaining of the demon folk to seek refuge deep inside the wildernesses of the mountains. Some would come to achieve the ability to assume into human appearance and fully conceal their distinctive aura known as Demon Qi, even though demons able to do so numbered few. Added with the commonly-negative perception the Human race had for Demons, Yang Qing's and his men's consternation and shock were all too expected.

The malice and aversion raging like a stormy night behind his orbs frighten me to no end. And with the visible black fog swarming around us, it’s coming clear to me, that I’ve encountered an actual Demon. But how is this possible? Aren’t demons meant to be nothing but those vile Darklings? It even speaks and looks no different from a human. What’s going on here? “How does it make you feel, pup? That your race’s arch-enemy was the one who saved your miserable life? Will you cry and beg helplessly to be spared from your inevitable death, or curse your fate and end your own life?”

"She beautiful? Is he handsome?" "He's not human,"he states, scrunching his nose up in disappointment, his eyes boring into mine . I threw my brows at him in confusion. What does it mean that he's not human? Does it mean that his mate is a werewolf just like us? "He's not a werewolf eater. He's neither an enchanter, a vampire, one of the zodiac, but".... Its.. it's a f****** demon. "A demon?"

He shuddered with excitement and anger. Andras lazily threw over his back: - Abomination, how long have I been with you? - and added a step, not waiting for an answer. — How should I know? the freak snorted. - It's neither day nor night. Only people. Only food. Squishing sounds and a heart-rending scream forced the demon to turn around, grimacing. Swollen to the size of a cow, the Abomination dug its thin, curved teeth into a human chest. Who lies on the ground, a man or a woman, can no longer be made out - a skeleton covered with leather. He threw up his arms, jerked his legs, tossed his head from side to side, and flapped his sunken, toothless mouth, loosely sewn up with thick threads.