Demon Piggy Novels & Stories

"I thought you were-" "Dead?" Gavin or Derek, whoever the hell he was finished Trevor's sentence. "Why . . . how? Trevor stuttered. Kade chuckled. "Are you really that surprised Trevor? Do you still believe that this country's special-forces are pure, that they can't be infiltrated? You'd be surprised where a few thousand dollars can get you. I've been working as a police detective in this pathetic town for over two years! Derek, or Gavin as you call him has been with me since the start, I needed inside information and he provided me with it. That's how I was always ten steps ahead. You never fooled me with your undercover façade. You were merely a puppet. "

Myla frowned. “What do you mean by that?" Henry grinned. “The Alpha King isn't known to be a monster for nothing. He hardly buys human slaves but the ones he had bought in the past are all dead. Rumor has it that his demon feeds on them at night but don't worry, you'll get to experience that soon" Myla's eyes widened. What an atrocity! That can't be true, can it? Before she could think more on that, Henry grabbed her roughly and tied her hands with chains which ended up hurting her wrist.

It was full of vegetation and my private retreat. "There are other places that you could have taken them," I growled angrily and the three of them shrugged. "Grace, can you use your angel magic to send the humans to the lower levels?" She eyed me oddly and asked why I didn't do it myself. I rolled my eyes and frowned at the orange eyed demon racing towards me with an ax raised. I waved my hand towards the room containing the human worker's and shouted my intentions. I stepped to the side avoiding the swung ax and asked Mikael if all the humans were gone. He looked inside and told me it appeared they were all gone. I smiled at my accomplishment and buried my clawed hands into the gut of the a

I say in a wavering whisper. "I trust you Mack, this is the second time I've been able to calm you down from the bloodlust," Anita says in a soothing whisper, wiping my eyes. I clench my hands in tight fists as I can still smell the blood. I look over at Charlie and she's holding a paper bag with a butcher's logo on it. "You can't walk up to a blood thirsty vampire with fresh blood exposed. I didn't notice the bag before, I thought you were bleeding," I say quietly and she nods vigorously. I point to the bag and ask, "Is that pigs blood?"

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

said the rainbow-haired demon. "Me too," said the wolf-eared demon. His stomach even grumbled loudly as if to show its desperation, causing others, including the wolf-eared demon, to chuckle and make some jokes. Food was soon brought in by demon maidens, some of whom had animal heads, but their shapely curves, enhanced by their simple yet alluring outfits, were not to be overlooked. One of them, a black and light blue-haired female demon with a pig's snout and massive boobs that were barely covered in the provocative clothes she was clad in, noticed the two handsome human warriors. And so, without wasting time, she made her way to them.

Damian's face flashed before my eyes, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure as he committed the heinous act. I shuddered as I recalled the onslaught my pack members received at the hands of Damian and his vampire minions. The images of their battered and broken bodies, the sounds of their screams and pleas for help, it all came flooding back, and I felt myself shaking uncontrollably in the bathtub.

Instead, it was an ultra-HD video. The footage was dimly lit, set against the grimy backdrop of a pigsty. Steve wore nothing but a red thong. A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held firmly in Paige's hand. He crawled on all fours through the mud, emitting eerily realistic pig grunts. "Master, I'm your most loyal slave. This mud smells so good. This is what real life is." He crawled to Paige's feet and began frantically licking her toes, which were caked in pig manure.

The dark cloud that had loomed over Alex's soul grew denser, and with each passing day, the demon lurking inside him gained strength. Its malevolent presence seeped into his thoughts, tainting his actions with a sinister allure. Alex had fought against it, but now, it seemed as if the demon's grip on his very essence was tightening, suffocating him. He noticed Alex was starting to know more about things, meaning he already knew about the trick he was playing with his mind. The demon possessed him and started ordering everyone to get the sacrifice ready fast so he could come in his full self.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"