Novel & Cerita Demon Of Jealousy

After a while, he finally released himself from her. “I can’t believe you welcomed me back this way. Can’t you even show a little love my dear wife?” “Who’s your wife? You goddamn son of a bitch! Where’s my sister?” Jeulle flared up and landed a harsh kick on his stomach. The prince just groaned as he held out his aching navel. “Let me speak. Why do you have to beat me like this?” Jeulle just gave him a death glare and finally let out a cold humph. This man, he clearly had connections to the demon race! Leaving the demon realm intact proves it all. What a disgusting piece of crap.

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Fenrir, a mythical beast known to have lived for more than 500 years. One of the few creatures who were supposedly tamed by the demon lord, powerful beasts that humanity from the past feared. Fenrir was only one of the three dog-like creatures that used to roam the lands freely when the demon lord was still alive. But theories spurred out that when the demon lord had died the creatures were bound to where they were upon his death and weren’t permitted to even move an inch from their location.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water. Actually, I'm quite catlike. Have you seen an angry cat? They strike their enemies with their tails...and so do I. Sometimes, I miss. Sometimes, I don't. Why not, really? I am a half-demon, am I not? An unholy creature? You bet! A crown assassin? Absolutely. Too bad for me, though, half-demons aren't fit to be kings. I fell into a trap; I served the crown so well that I ended up wearing it, and it doesn't want to let me go. How did it happen?

"If he refuses to touch us, then let him burn with jealousy." A demon is now standing before the twins. A lowly demon with long, thick horns on top of his head. They will only use him to get rid of their loneliness, and the demon is already sporting a large tent. They had no idea who he was nor did they care. It wasn't important.

I can see why my father wanted to stop him because he indeed turned into something eviler than a demon. What can be eviler than a demon? The world...no, the whole universe is still being discovered even in the pits of the unknown. Demir wants power and the woman, he loves to return the feeling, but my mother, seeing the woman she is, can see how much of an ass Demir is. Even if he's my uncle, his temptation of greed, jealousy, and power already consumes him to the point that no one can stop him. "Demir, what have you done?" Mother whispers, stunned to see Demir in this form.

Jamari’s POV What is wrong with me? Drooling over a demon that may very well be here to take my soul. I look into the man’s beautiful galaxy eyes and wonder if giving my soul to this man would really be all that bad. He is absolutely gorgeous, I sigh dreamily. I glance back over at the woman with the beautiful cocoa skin, that she showed a lot of, and think again about their relationship. A stab of jealousy courses through me when I think about them being a couple, even though they already denied it. What is she to him if not a lover?

That fragile calm lasts only until the night has advanced enough for the silence to grow unbearable, and Demon decides to break it—not with reproach, but with something far more dangerous. When we finally go to the room, he shuts the door behind us and leans against it for a moment, watching me as if trying to read me through every layer of clothing. What moves him toward me isn’t tenderness, but a mix of desire and jealousy I recognize in the way his hands grip my waist, pushing me gently back toward the wall—his body marking the space, claiming something that hasn’t been spoken aloud but has been there, simmering, since he stepped into the room and sensed… something. “Look at me,” he order