Demon Laugh Novels & Stories

"Ahhh. Twisted psychopath. I expected no less from you." "Will you help me or not?" He threatened, and I laughed, turning around. I couldn't hold it anymore. I laughed like a madman, holding the chair's handle so I wouldn't fall, but it wasn't working. “Stop it, Zane. It's not funny.” “It is…” I held back for a second and returned to laughing hard. “You make me think you're a child.” “In the demon world, I am but a demonling.” “No figure.”

I felt colour drain from my face in shame as he burst out in to loud unristrianed laughter and I booted out of the room in shame. That fucking demon!!!!!

When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes. However, their eyes remained unfocused. There was no fear, no shock, and no desire to ask for help. They turned their heads mechanically and looked at us. With creepy smiles on their faces, they said, “Welcome home, master.”

I call out seeing how they are losing breath as Demonica squeezes their necks. Leo who now get the chance to push that soldier blocking him runs towards Demonica with sword ready to stab Demonica but Demonica just look at Leo then I see how her eyes change from Demonica’s reddish eyes into a scary black with no life seen in it. Leo is covered with a dark mist as he struggles to get free. I cover my ears when Demonica suddenly laughs in satisfactory and the way she laughs sends shivers and fear to everyone. I have to cover my ears because her laughter is like a screaming of a scary ghost. I look at Leo who is now slowly being covered by the dark mist; Vlash is struggling to get pass the soldi

Kamel until he falls to the ground from the intensity of laughter while holding his stomach tightly Demian, speaking with difficulty laughing: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha you should see your face ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Lian angrily while holding her heart: Damian, you idiot, my heart almost stopped. I will not spare you. Believe me, you are really a bad dragon. Demian stops laughing and wipes his tears: I'm so sorry, Leanne, I didn't mean to scare you, I was just joking, when I saw you sitting down and I was coming, I wanted to have a little fun with you and see your reaction, I'm really sorry

"Language Comprehension (Rare)" [Lost Demon race, Laughing Horrors last stepped foot a hundred years ago in the world. Ferocious hunters who dwell mostly in the most gruesome places. They have long since lost the use of their eyes and in their stead developed powerful hearing and smelling abilities to assist their hunting. Their namesake has been given to them because of how they interact. A system of high and low pitches laughs.] [Congratulations Host on reviving an Extinct Demon Race] [Reward: Skill-Bestow]

“Eating the souls of children will not make you strong. You keep on repeating the same thing. Nothing’s going to change. You’ll still be the stupid human once you are.” “You may think so. But I will trap you here forever. I just baited you,” the demon spoke tersely. As the demon laughed loudly, the room shook hard, which made the door close on its own. He didn’t move to where he was standing. He just stared at the demon, who sank to the ceiling. The room didn’t just shake after a while. It also spun around. Everything inside the room flew, circling him. Walls grumbled endlessly. Without worrying about what was going to happen, he sipped on the cigarette and bl

As Peter made his way to safety, I and Harry moved to put distance between us and the kids, preparing to face the undead. Seeing his carefully laid plan completely unravel as not all of us were being attacked, Fred’s face twisted in rage, his teeth clenched, and his features contorted by both fury and fear. He cursed the demon, accusing it of failing to follow his orders, his words dripping with despair. But the demon let out a deep, sly laugh, its voice dripping with cruel mockery, as though it were ridiculing Fred’s naivety. It spoke slowly, "Fred, all you asked for was the resurrection of these spirits. You didn’t say anything about them helping you." Its voice sounded as though it came f

"Elara, baby, fight it! I know you're in there!" "Mama's crying," the demon said through Elara's mouth, tilting her head. "How pathetic. Maybe I should make her stop. Permanently." Across the battlefield, I heard Lucien's laughter. He was fighting multiple cultists at once, moving like a dance, elegant and deadly. And he was enjoying every second. "This is more like it!" he called out, ripping out a cultist's throat. "I've missed this! The chaos, the violence, the delicious fear in their eyes!"