Demon Ninja Novels & Stories

“Aidan Grey’s a master of the silent kill. He is a bandit from the nearby village. Often called the Demon of the Mist. This guy’s on a whole other level. You three stay back and protect Anouk. I’ll handle him.” “I’m not interested in these three young Knights. Especially when someone from the Knights Association's Hunter Division is in front of me. And once you're dead, I can deal with those three brats and kill the old man," the demon said sadistically. Aidan moved first as he landed on top of the water. If Sophia wasn’t afraid for her life, she would have been thinking it would be really cool to be able to stand on water.

I just saw his black hairy hands and red glowing eyes. When I roamed my eyes around me, I saw nothing. I felt like I was brought to an another world. " hey! Show me your face?" I called the unknown entity from nowhere. I heard a hissing noise just in front of me until an image slowly appeared vividly in my naked eyes. A black demon, a huge black beast with a very long horns and his body was like the King Kong movie character. " I'm Sachajir and I'm going to eat you alive!" He said while he begun to opened wide his jaws where his four sharp fangs could be visible just around his mouth. Diana walked backwards while examining a short way for escaping but she saw no pathways or either holes.

They found the wrong Goddess to mess with and they are going to pay for their mistake. The demonic energy solidified in front of me and I watched the shadows from the buildings turn into sentient beings with humanoid forms. I have heard of the shadow demons but never saw them before now. They were a relatively new bunch of species, and I was not so familiar with them. Still, I am Nemesis, the Goddess of vengeance. I will show them that they chose the wrong person to play with! The demons made hissing noises once they sensed me, and I knew they were communicating with each other. Maybe they were discussing how to attack me?

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

Their eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and their movements were swift, almost too fast to track. The air crackled with energy as the newcomers launched their attack. The demon forces, though vast and well-prepared, were thrown into disarray as the eight demons tore through their ranks with ruthless efficiency. The palace, once a symbol of vampire power, was transformed into a battlefield of chaos and bloodshed.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."