Demon Human Novels & Stories

"Fashionably late, as always." Another demon boldly remarked. I turned around to the female voice and found Dagon, holding hands with another male demon, both dressed in full black. "So, this is the human." The male said with interest. He stepped forwards and held out his hand for me to take. I automatically stretched out my hand to place it into his, before I realised that demons didn't shake hands. Ren eyed my hand with glee and grabbed it quickly, a look of delight spreading across his face.

His voice was deep and calm, yet there was something in it that Clairra finds alarming. “I asked, who are you not why you were here, demon!” The demon laughed mockingly and jumped down but remained in the shadow of the big tree. “Then I shall call you, human,” he says while stepping into the light. He had such human features that Clairra could not help her eyes widening. Demons can take any form but why is this one so human? Even his eyes weren’t red! He has marble electric blue eyes. Where did the crimson go? “Show me your true form!” She demanded.

The demon he stared at was more like a man than a freak of nature. A man with horns and wings and a tail – but a man nevertheless. "Mortals," The demon hissed like it was a foul word. Fyn found himself flinching at the sound, not understanding why. "Killing had always been an instinct to you lot. Even to those who offered you kindness."

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

He shouted even louder. "Demon! There is a demon here! She is not human, she is a demon."

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a human aspect of you. What this mean

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

A man who not long ago was a guinea pig for the humans, a demon who is trying to cope with the pain of loss and loneliness. I scanned the room, and I felt something click within me -a special recognition. A middle-aged man with red eyes smiled at me. My demon felt safe around him; he was a demon king, for sure. Because my demon felt the need to surrender, to bow to him. Then beside him was a younger one, same build, same stern gaze, different eye color. He was the current demon king.

"Not entirely human?" Cassian’s voice shook with a mixture of rage and fear. His hand was still resting on Adrian's stomach, feeling that faint, pulsing heartbeat. "What do you mean by that?" The demon’s voice resonated through the room once more, though he remained entirely formless this time. "I am a demon, Cassian. My power, my blood, will now flow within that child as well. They will be something more than human — stronger, long-lived, perhaps even possessing abilities no ordinary human could fathom."