Demon Maid Novels & Stories

“I’m fine now. But we never got to discuss what you wanted to ask me.” “Oh, that!” Miaka looked at me through her lashes, a guilty blush covering her cheeks. “Ace told me to convince you about your new Scribt….” I sighed. “Of course, he did. Are you sure you’re supposed to even know what a Scribt is?” Miaka gave me a wide eyed stare, the black stones in her golden gown glittering in the darkness. “I’m the Demon King, I’m supposed to know about every creature that inhabits the other ten dimensions.”

Haley stood at the door of the throne room, shoving all the negative thought from her head in hesitation and ready to meet her worst nightmare. The two maids stood behind her while one of them forcefully pushed the massive door open and compelled her to move inside. "My Lord". Mia's voice reverberated through the empty room. Demoni was sitting on his throne with an unfamiliar man, sitting on the coach. The man turned his head and darted his gaze over Haley as she was being compelled towards Demoni. They stopped and left her standing opposite Demoni a few feets away from the throne.

MAYUMI DEAN Among the perfect human chimera that defies the basic rule and knowledge of the forbidden science of alchemy, she is the only doll whose body is in its animal original form of a rabbit. Taken as a pet by the maiden, she is a mischievous one whose presence and identity are not known by anyone. A perfect facade of her real assassin’s mission to find the sins and guard the maiden.

“And partly because I gave you my blood.” I looked around the room in shock, searching for the female voice I just heard when a girl came into view and stood next to Acelin, placing a hand on his shoulder. She was young, about fifteen or sixteen but she was gorgeous. Her long hair was in a braid down her back and it looked to be a dark red under the light. Her eyes were a dark shade of green I haven’t seen on anyone. Her skin was porcelain white and she wore a dark green cashmere sweater paired with black jeans and knee high leather boots. She was also quite tall, around five feet five; and when she saw me inspecting her, she smiled a bright smile that immediately put me at ease. “Hi, I’m Mi

Not wasting her time, Sara launched at the demon with her full speed, replicating her earlier attack, but instead of letting her emotions take control of her like what happened with Eren, she kept her cool and focused her energy on the tips of her fingers, in one swift jump she was in front of the demon who was too absorbed on drinking the poor maid’s blood and dug her fingers in his chest with her full strength, the tiny blades pierced through his flesh and bones as if they were knives cutting through butter, pushing her fist inside a bit more, Sara grabbed the still beating heart in her palm and pulled it out like a ripped fruit, not carrying about the horrifying screech that left the dyin

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream. “Harper Holmes?” she said

Blackwell was stealing glances in our direction. Baron appeared silently beside me. “Seems you have a fan,” I said, nodding toward the girl. “I couldn’t care less,” he replied flatly. “Even if she’s a pretty, innocent-looking thing who nearly combusts every time she sees you?” Baron’s eyes shifted. The moment their gazes met, the poor maid turned bright red and nearly dropped her tray. Baron let out a low chuckle. “Make it worth your while,” I told him.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

"I'm here to help!" "Goddess, Grace! How is this helping us? You sold your soul to the darkness?" Maddie's anger shifts in the air around them. "I had no choice Mads! Cleo has been eating lost souls and storing energy for the last two years! A couple of days ago, she built of an army of dehmons and banshees to help her resurface." Grace's head swings between Selene and Maddie.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.