Demon Laugh Novels & Stories

"Are you okay?', a voice asked. It was Lola. I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my palms, sniffing . I stood to my feet and flushed the toilet, I stalled in the toilet hoping that when I come out she'll be gone but she was there when I came out. "OMG! Ibims, are you okay?". Why act like you care? "Yes, I'm fine". "Then, why you crying? You can talk to me y'know". Her voice was so nice, for a second I almost told her why I was crying. "Fucking cramps! ". I force a laugh from my lips. "Shit, I know, right?. Mine is such a bitch sometimes, I wish I was born a boy". She said a bit convinced now.

He murmered under his breath but I heard it. "Oh really? Well then you are a Feisty snake, feisty lion, feisty panda, Feisty frog, Feisty....Feisty coakroach, feisty dove...." I was interrupted by a loud sound of someone laughing. On turning to look at the front, it was the one and only, Mr.Damien. "What?!" I asked angrily. "Seriously....like....wait.....let me....stop!" He kept on laughing holding his stomach. When his laugh died down that had caused water to seep out of his eyes, he stood straight with a his stupid smile on his face.

hehe thank you, you're so sweet unlike someone called demon" demon boss glared at me and said "little fellow I will hit you" dhiren said "fine do it I'm watching" we three laughed demon boss simply rolled his eyes I know demon boss you wanna laugh too I promise I will make you to do it believe in your lamb wait I'm still sitting on his chair he is standing no doubt he calls me clumsy lamb I stood from the chair and said "I'm sorry" he replied "its okay" I said "you guys talk to eachother I will go to sals to do work" they agreed I ran outside but I heard him saying "you clumsy lamb you will trip down go slow" i chuckled to his words.........

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

She was going to die! "Haha hahaha! Humans ...humans...HUMANS! VERY AMUSING" The demon let out a creepy laugh that shook everyone. "Kill them and grant my wish!" The girl raised her tone. In response, the demon tilted its long head and shifted its gaze from Sarah to the group of traitors. It stepped out of the shadows, revealing its deformed body. It had one eyeball fixed in its sockets while the other dangled around his neck area. Tentacles sprouted from its back and it had long claws in place of fingers.

Daemon, or Julian, or whatever his name was, burst into a fit of laughter, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Demons need blood to maintain the form they possess," he revealed, his voice dripping with a sly, otherworldly charm. "You don't think I'm actually stuck in this body, do you?" He chuckled, his shoulders shaking with mirth. "You did the same with the knight who killed my child," I spat, my voice venomous with accusation. I was seething with anger, refusing to let him gloss over his actions without a valid explanation. All he had done was dredge up painful memories from my past, expecting me to blindly follow him down this twisted path.

The Demon God itself staggered, its shifting form writhing against the radiance. Lyra collapsed to one knee, panting, her entire body trembling from the sheer magnitude of what she had just released. Aelindra rose slowly, wiping a smear of blood from her lip. Then she laughed. “Oh, Lyra,” she whispered, silver eyes gleaming. “You are going to be fun to break.” The Demon God roared again, its rage shaking the chamber. But then a bell tolled. The sound was low, deep, resonating, a chime that felt as though it came from everywhere at once.

There never was. "Yesssss!" The male demon hissed excitedly - licking the air around Clara again - and the female followed suit, approaching Clara's little face so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin. "The pee slut is a bed wetter! How embarrassssssing!" they said, as the urine continued to flow - until it all ceased in a moment of silence. And then the demons laughed in unison.

Five of them. Their expression were filled with the same cruel amusement Lucas had endured countless times before. "Well look who it is." One of them sneered. "The prince returns." Another demon laughed. "Did you go crying to your father again?" Lucas stopped walking. "Now is not the time." His voice was cold. "Whoa! The prince has an anger in him." The demons laughed. "He looks like he could kill us in one breath." Another said, and they laughed even harder. Lucas turned. He stared at them, the memory of Lucifer's voice echoing inside his head.

“I am your Luna, Daimon. Please… control your beast…” For a second, I believed it would reach him. For a second, I had hope. But the beast only laughed again. The laugh came from deep within its chest—deep, distorted, and inhuman. It vibrated through the environment, echoed off the walls, and hit me like an explosion. That wasn’t a normal laugh. It was the laugh of someone who had completely lost control, or perhaps someone who had never wanted control at all. Its eyes locked onto mine. And in that moment, I knew he was no longer there. Not as I knew him. What was looking at me was something darker. Something that wouldn’t hesitate to tear me apart.