Demon Joker Novels & Stories

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.

It was moving on its own and there is only one thing that - or person - that I can think of who has the ability to do this. I looked around the room, My eyes scanned around the gym until I saw a weird looking guy dressed in dark jacket. His head was cast down and his fedora hat slightly covering his face. He must have felt me staring at him because he suddenly looked up. Once he did, I saw that he was wearing those joker fake glasses with a fake nose and a mustache. There’s no doubt about it. The demigod is here crashing the party.

In that world, everything is above board, and Damian is one of the main players in the game of life. Joker. Is the name given to Damian because of his contribution to so many violations, including international drug trafficking, legal and illegal arms trafficking, and prostitution that is organized in such a way that its workers cannot leave freely? And sometimes it even involves the most gruesome part of the trade—human organs. "Almost," Damian says with a lighthearted tone. He gives his wine glass a little shake, creating a quiet, seductive ripple, but Damian isn't ready to savor the flavors that greet the tip of his tongue just yet. "How's the investigation going, Officer?"

“Stop being a fucking coward.” Joker’s face hardened. His ice-blue eyes looked even more white and deadly than usual. He placed both hands on my chest, pushing me backward. “You don’t know shit! Shut the fuck up and get out!” He pointed to the door, and the rest of his body looked visibly shaking.

He cried in horror as the tiny body slipped through Lexi's paw. "It's okay, little Doll. I have all my limbs again. I caught him, he's safe." Lexi's words washed over him just as new fresh pain took over his body. "We are here. Jinx! I have little Doll and one tiny Doll." The Demon announced. "You have what now?" Jinx appeared, a ring of his Tarot cards floating around him as he reinforced the walls of his beloved bar. "Oh. Oh fuck."

- Said Joker, who without realizing it, everyone there was moving away in fear, the man had a demonic tail of a demon, and that syringe had a shiny silver material, and it looked like something that shouldn't be a simple hallucinogen. - Do you want to participate...? – Asked the clown. That time, when Tsuky realized that plotting against him was easy with his bugs and trackers, when he had spies who did whatever he wanted. - No. - Said each one of them, they walked away like the devil flees from the cross. In those two days in a row, Joker gathered a large number of henchmen and weapon, sent a warning letter towards the Lovecraft County Police Station threatening that he would attack the Dar

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Blue lightning, tiny bolts of lightning that fluttered like streamers in the wind. "What a joke," grumbles the angel. Then he simply shoves the axe into the ground, opening a crack where the two sides of the blade break the ground. "What are you doing?" whispers Shandra. Desmon's eyes begin to turn as red as blood. His white wings spread open. "Now you will understand who you have messed with, you insignificant vermin." Dark red flames begin to fall behind him, very reminiscent of the small embers that Sam and Julian summoned when they were concentrating their own power. Desmon's debauched expression disappears, giving way to an unbelievable seriousness.

My heart did a flip when he finally looked at me. "Now, I'll tell you this for free, if you need protection from any kind of demon, there's no better person to get it from than me. When you're on my bad list, I get you killed, no matter what. And when I don't want you dead, I make sure it stays that way," he tilted his head. "So, make a choice, J. 'Cause you don't have so much time." My head was a mess. I looked at him for a long time, trying to make meaning from what he said. Everything sounded foreign to me. Maybe, I could comprehend them, but I just didn't want to accept it.