Demon Of Love Novels & Stories

Just hatred and disappointment. "You did this, Lucas. You killed me... You're a murderous monster, and that's all you'll ever be. You killed me after promising to love and protect me." The figure coughed, and more blood dripped from her mouth. "You did this." "No...this is a lie... I would never-" Lucas shook in fright. He stuttered, and stared at Aria's figure. His demon self laughed scornfully at him, and stepped closer to him. "Did you ever think that you can love a human? They are weak and fragile, and you hate and loathe them."

Opportunity, stab her directly, seeing the knife getting closer and closer to her, she was trembling all over her body when she wanted to move and closed her eyes reflexively. It was miserable for her she thought, firstly treated by her boyfriend and catch a thief but died. She only hoped that she could become a ghost when she died, and take the two assholes by the way. After a while, the pain did not strike as she expected. The world seemed to be quiet suddenly, the cicadas on the tree, the barking of the dogs in the street next to him, the thief's fierce face in mid-air, and the knife only a few inches from her face all freeze for a moment.

“Show me what you’ve got, demon.” “With pleasure, love. With pleasure.” And as he laid me down and proceeded to worship every inch of my body, shadows dancing around us in impossible ways, I thought about how strange my life had become. How I’d summoned a demon for revenge and ended up with so much more. Forever with Oberin wouldn’t be normal. It wouldn’t be easy. But it would be mine, and it would be real, and it would be filled with love and passion and possibility. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

What…? “–would you release the demon all the way from the depths of Tartarus, allow them to raze the mortal realm in search for a long-lost lover, push the poor soul down when they did, strip them of their clothes, and have its merry way with them till morning comes–regardless of will? The two of them will make sweet, sweet love and then, somehow, in some way that person… they will just... what, magically remember that in a past life, they loved a demon and she loved them so much she destroyed an entire world when they died?!”

No one here is trained to battle a green-furred demon with scales that breathes spirit fire. "Lexi." Hades groaned and reluctantly paused Doll's lust with a hand on his back. "This could be bad." Bad wasn't the right word. Hades had met a demon of that description before and may have carried on a brief affair with him. It was during a small black-out drunk and catnip-abusing period of his life he didn't like to dwell on. But it kept coming up, in the form of Lexi, his demon ex-lover that every once in a while escaped from the Underworld, wreaked havoc on Hades’s life, and had to be forcibly sent back to where he came from.

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

“I’m not going to share you like this is some damn game.” “And what do you think this is?” Demon shoots back, slow poison in his voice. “A sacrifice? A burden? Come on, John, last night you were screaming her name like it was the last time you’d ever touch her.” “Shut the hell up!” He stands. So does Demon. One move away from breaking. I step between them. “Enough!” My voice is fire. Silence falls like a blade. Tense. Thrumming. But I see it, I feel it. Beneath all that hate, there’s love. Possession. That sick kind of love that bites, that burns, that doesn’t know how to yield.

I replied and he was surprised. "I don't understand you," He replied. "I always loved one girl until I found out that girl is an upper Demon and she is a stopping block to my mission of eradicating the Demons" I replied and he chuckled. "That means you are doomed," He replied. "I am and I am not... I can kill her but the love I have for her will not let me to" I replied. "But she can kill you even if she loves you back," He replied. "Demon don't have heart and if by any reason they fall in love. That love will not be strong to the extent of finding it difficult to hurt" He replied.

He tasted her tears, blood and saliva at the same moment. What would happen when Demon really caged an innocent young soul in his Demonic love? Welcome in DEMON'S CAGED Love [A/N :- A Semi-Dark Love Story of DEMON and SOUL. This book has some dark and disturbing content so read at your own risk. 18+ content] ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••