Demon Joker Novels & Stories

” Johnny laughed and said, “Stop joking, I know very well that he is joking with me, but you see, I am not in the mood for joking at all, I am desperate to get this girl.” Johny did not take Demon's words seriously and moved forward to bring Amber to his side but Demon took out his gun and pointed it at her head and said, "Don't mess with me, when I told you that this girl is not for sale, that's why." Not there. Apart from this I did not hear anything.” Johnny followed in fear and said, “Demon is making a big mistake, I am your old customer and you are messing with me because of a small girl, this is not right at all.”

They were dressed in black wool turtlenecks with matching black leather pants and superhero-style weapons belts filled with everything from Celestial Bronze swords to throwing blades; standard fighting gear for Hunters. They'd been interested in the series of demon activities going on around the city ever since a deliveryboy had been declared missing on the news, and his body had been found days later in the alley of a Chinese restaurant two blocks from the cathedral by a very startled and traumatized cook. The Hunters in New York had managed to examine the body before the regular police took over, and a very strong demonic presence had been detected around the body. Cassie had heard their p

He was dressed into a neat black tuxedo that snugly fit his lean physique, the top hat adorning his head faintly shadowing his heavily painted face, making his appearance all the more frightening as she stared, completely frozen. Black smokey shadows circled his dark eyes, starkly contrasting that pasty white smearing the rest of his features and that deep, burgundy red over his lips that continued to stretch into two fine lines across his cheeks, his general appearance scaling between The Joker and of a dia de los muertos character. This is no old man...Her mind whispered as it immediately concluded that he, this absolutely terrifying man before her must definitely be the owner of this plac

His voice and aura went serious. “Don’t listen to him,” Shaira’s voice hushed through my ears. Now I wonder what she is up to. “How did you know?” I asked him trying to ignore Shaira that’s getting visible to me again. She’s behind this guy, Zeke. Shaira pushed him away and I tried stopping her. He looked so confused about what’s happening now so I turn my back to run away again. Run away from people and everyone. I can’t be with normal people or else I do something else again. I am a demon, a murderer and a human being that shouldn’t be born on the first place.

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

Deep breaths Verena, deep breaths. He was the only guy here who wasn't wearing a suit, he wore a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt underneath which showed off his muscular build perfectly. His hair was slicked back a little untidily with a few rebellious strands falling loose. He had a light stubble around his jaw which made his already sharp jawline seem impossibly sharper. Even in his casual demeanor he was by far the most good-looking guy in the room. I noticed a few other girls eyeing him appreciatively and I felt a pang annoyance but it disappeared as soon as our eyes met again.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.