Demon In Suit Novels & Stories

He said. I quickly pulled back my hand and took a step back. I was getting uncomfortable with his words. "You not choosing me is understandable, but what I don't understand is how you could give a demon a chance. Don't you realize that he is our enemy?. He is deceiving you with his human form." He said as I glared at him.

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.

She knew that she would have to dodge each blow he would deliver. “Buddy you can’t beat me, so you need to put the blade down and haul ass.” “The only way I am going to do that is over this meat suit dead body baby,” growled the demon that had been squatting in Buddy’s body. Sage was silent as she crossed in front of him making sure she didn’t hit anyone else. “You know what witch. He still wants to fuck you and fuck you hard. He wants to make you scream in pain.” The demon taunted her.

As it approached, its hands burned and its eyes locked on Silas. "You won't be able to catch me...not with her," Silas said as he continued to back away. But his threats proved useless as the demon attacked both of us. I closed my eyes, but instead of feeling the attack, Silas' grip released me as he retreated, and I fell to the ground, hearing Silas' scream of pain. I opened my eyes to see the demon on top of Silas, its fangs sinking into the flesh of the arm that had been holding me, blood gushing out as I watched in shock. The creature then grabbed Silas by the shoulders and threw him, his back hitting the trunk of a tree. The other three men looked up as the demon rushed between me and t

I said through gritted teeth. “I guess we will never know.” Drake replied to me. I followed his gaze as he turned to look at something to his left side. A mass of demons appeared and began to march towards us. They moved to part down the middle and my attention became anchored on a sharp dressed man walking from the center of the crowd. He was tall, with pale skin. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie that fit so well I would wager that it was professionally tailored just for him. His shoulder length black hair was gelled and combed back out of his face. His confident footsteps left prints that sizzled and smoked in his wake. It’s about time the bastard showed his ugly face.

“Ava.” I stopped and turned. A man I’d never seen before was walking toward me in a sleek black suit. He didn’t look like a doctor. Too polished. Too... something. His shoes didn’t even make a sound on the pavement. His smile was calm but unreadable, and the way his eyes watched me made me instinctively step back. “Yeah?” I asked cautiously. “Nice to finally meet you.” He extended a hand like this was a business meeting. “I’m Demon.”

"I don't care what color suit you choose, Clarissa. Get your hands off my shoulders before I break them." Darren’s cold baritone voice, sharp as a dagger, sliced through the silence. He stood tall in front of a giant three-meter mirror, dressed in a black Italian designer tuxedo that fit his muscular frame perfectly. Yet, the billionaire's face was a mask of sheer agony. His jawline was taut and strained, and his usually piercing eyes were dull, framed by dark circles from days of sleepless guilt and a burning longing.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

One of the glowing blue plates on his chest was cracked, sparking with angry white light, but the rest of the suit was whining, building up power. "You think a few scratches will stop progress?" Sterling’s voice came through the suit’s speakers, distorted and tinny. "You’re just animals. Both of you. Romantic, dying animals." Demetrius stood up, pulling me behind him. He was weak, I could see his legs trembling, but his shoulders were square. He was protecting me even when he could barely stand. "He’s right about one thing, Demetrius," I said, stepping up beside him. I didn't want to be behind him. I wanted to be with him. I grabbed his hand, locking our fingers together.

I got inside and carted off my belongings. I'm Susan Theodore, a human girl, who was blessed with the gift of prophecy in the town of Kansas. It was believed that everyone who was born with this gift is possessed by a demon including me. So my parents decide to sell me out to Father Antoine of the Catholic Church when they find out I have this gift of prophesying. I remember telling them about a vision I had which is related to a woman in the next villa close to us and that's how they found out about my gift.