Demon Of Love Novels & Stories

"Why should I trust you?" "Because I love her, I am in love with her… it took me a while to realise that I have developed feelings for her. And I will cross all the limits to show my love for her." I announced with a serious tone. She stood rooted to the ground, "i don't know… I don't understand how a demon could love a human? Maybe not human but she isn't a demon like you. I am afraid that I am making a terrible mistake by trusting you for her?"

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

the king explained to her wife and embraced her. "What if she dies?" The Queen cried even harder. "We will never let her die. She's from our own flesh and blood and we will always protect her in whatever situation," Hermes promised. "I know that it's hard for you to let her go, especially that you treated her like your own daughter. I will give you two days to explain everything to her. After two days I will come back to personally take her to heaven realm for we really need her right now. A lot of immortals had been infected by dark spell and we need the ember of love to free them," Hermes stated before he disappeared.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

“Your soul will know mine. Just don’t give up.” [** NOTE TO THE READERS: A cis male is someone who is assigned male at birth and identifies as male. Also, the Demon in this story is a Transgender. I just want to point out that love is pure and does not see caste, gender, race and religion. Love is not confined to bodies, labels, or norms. It is raw, real, and soul-deep. Believe in love because it is immensely fulfilling and the very essence of our existence. Remember that not all Demons are evil. Not all Angels are kind. Believe in love. And fight for it. **]

“Your soul will know mine. Just don’t give up.” [** NOTE TO THE READERS: A cis male is someone who is assigned male at birth and identifies as male. Also, the Demon in this story is a Transgender. I just want to point out that love is pure and does not see caste, gender, race and religion. Love is not confined to bodies, labels, or norms. It is raw, real, and soul-deep. Believe in love because it is immensely fulfilling and the very essence of our existence. Remember that not all Demons are evil. Not all Angels are kind. Believe in love. And fight for it. **]

“Your soul will know mine. Just don’t give up.” [** NOTE TO THE READERS: A cis male is someone who is assigned male at birth and identifies as male. Also, the Demon in this story is a Transgender. I just want to point out that love is pure and does not see caste, gender, race and religion. Love is not confined to bodies, labels, or norms. It is raw, real, and soul-deep. Believe in love because it is immensely fulfilling and the very essence of our existence. Remember that not all Demons are evil. Not all Angels are kind. Believe in love. And fight for it. **]

“You don’t understand. The world tried to break me. Men, bills, loneliness, the weight of everything I lived through—Malik didn’t force his way in. I opened the door.” Malik’s grip on my hand tightened—gentle, not controlling. His eyes softened with something I had never expected to see in a demon: Devotion. Tenderness. Fear of losing me. “I love you,” he murmured. “Not the way demons are meant to. Not the way humans understand. But I do.” Aunt Dee backed away slowly. “Then that’s worse,” she whispered. “Because demons who love? They destroy everything to keep what they claim.”

“For a thousand years I have walked this world, hidden from mortal eyes. I am a demon, Cassian. And I’ve come to offer you a bargain.” Cassian’s body trembled as blood loss threatened to pull him under. “Why… why me?” The demon knelt in front of him and pressed a hand to his wound. A warm, eerie energy flooded through Cassian’s veins. He felt the torn flesh slowly knitting itself back together. “Because I see something in you I haven’t witnessed in centuries,” the demon said, its glowing red eyes locked on his. “A love so fierce you would burn the world for it. That kind of love… I respect it.”