Demon In A Suit Novels & Stories

Demon stopped tickling the little boy and looked to make sure there was no ooze on him. It was out of habit he did this, for he had not left a bit of ooze on anyone or thing since Evelynn and Gammy had done the spell on him. He looked at his hands and arms, which were black but had not oozing thick stuff falling off all around him. The ooze had solidified and now looked similar to skin only slightly thicker. Which was pretty cool because it seemed that nothing would stab through it. Demon decided he had his own suit of armor in a sense. He wore it all day, every day, and never had to remove it. Surely, a mate would be attracted to that, Demon thought.

The man said and we were so shocked, we all fell silent in an instant. "I felt some human females make contact with my world. I just HAD to see for myself who would be so foolish to attempt such a thing." He said in a deep voice. He was tall, really tall. He looked like an ordinary human. And by ordinary human I mean human looking- but more like a god. Black hair that complemented his perfect sculpted face. Not a blemish in sight. He wore a black suit but it was tight enough that I could see his muscles through the fabric. I saw a golden chain underneath his suit. Is this what demons looked like? I wasn't even expecting for anything to happen, but I imagined demons as monsters with multiple

They stood on one of the steel supports of the bridge, watching the chaos unfold below. The phoenix flew over to instruct the three men in casual suits to hunt down the demons that ate humans. Three men disappeared from the bridge posts and moved in the blink of an eye to where the demon was. The three began to draw out their sharp claws and attack with a single-hand slash. The demons were torn apart and melted into black smoke. The biggest demon raged at the sight of his army being easily annihilated. The three men in casual suits ran towards the canine demon with buffalo horns while transforming into a bigger and stronger demon with four horns on its head. Their fangs and claws stick out s

“Like you, you have Clairvoyant Eyes. That’s because you have the blood of some demon within you.” Quincy chuckled. “So you’re saying that Susan’s a mongrel?” Susan glared at him. “Quincy Zoppins, you’re always spouting such bullsh*t!” Quincy replied, “If you could actually spout bullsh*t out of your mouth, I’ll call you master.” Susan was so angry that she started heaving, but she couldn’t do anything at the time. Even so, she was still quite interested in Dorothy’s explanation of demons. “Then what demon blood do I have in my body?”

And then he saw me. "They told me because of the flesh of Susan's heart in his stomach he was euphoric, and when he saw me a hunting instinct kicked in. He attacked me, knocking me out. When I came to he had me chained and bound. For five days and five nights, he played cat and mouse with me. He brought in people from the streets, devouring them in front of me, saying all the time how 'you'll be next. You'll be next,' in that sickly voice of his," I whisper into Bennet's chest.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Damon walked in. He was wearing a tailored charcoal suit that fit his massive, muscular frame so perfectly it should have been illegal. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, exposing just a hint of his thick neck. As he set his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk, his dark eyes instantly scanned the tiered rows of seats. He found me. For two agonizing, breathless seconds, his gaze locked onto mine. His eyes dropped to the gray hoodie, and a slow, imperceptible smirk touched the corner of his mouth before he looked away, turning on his projector.

WTF! Sleek black SUVs line the long driveway, men in crisp dark suits emerging from it. Weapons strapped tightly to their bodies. In the center is Lorenzo, a disheveled mess being kicked and pushed around. His shirt untucked, tie hanging loose, face pale with panic. Two large men grasp his arms, forcing his unsteady footsteps toward the entry.

Jennifer screamed and I quickly covered her mouth. “What? You want to implicate me?” I rebuked in a low tone and removed my hand from her mouth. “I’m sorry, but wait, I still can’t believe what you are saying. Russell, a demon? How can you say he is a demon? Haven’t you heard stories about demons before? Demons are scary creatures, black from head to toe with long horns and red eyes that you can never glance at. The man I saw earlier is the complete opposite of a demon. Tell me something else, Muriel,” Jennifer let out in disbelief, waving off my explanation with her hand.

Justin explained, pulling Alice in and closing the apartment door. "What do you feel, Justin?" "While filming, Norman had changed into a demon costume. And when I saw him, he wasn't Norman, but a real demon. I also felt a powerful demonic aura. When I attacked the demon, the demon turned into a real Norman. tricked me into attacking Norman." "Does that demon have one horn on its head?" she asked. "A pair of fiery red horns, with black streaks. The fingers are long." "What kind of demon is that? I only know a one-horned demon, who is the strongest warrior of the demon lord at the bottom of Hell. I've never known or seen a demon with the characteristics you mentioned," Alice replied.