Demon Piggy Novels & Stories

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

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?"

"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?"

It snapped at the steel, and only then did it seem irritated. “Hmmm, smiter. You will be my hors d’oeuvre.” “Whores defours this!” Scott mispronounced and struck with a second cut low at a rear joint of its leg. Six legs meant more places to fail. Scott swung again, “This little piggy went to the market!” Scott said between strikes, then he swung again before the demon could strike, hitting its middle leg joint. The blade bit tendon, and the creature’s gait stuttered as it stammered its walk. It went down onto one knee and scraped claws through fibreglass, throwing up white dust.

Ding Hao closed the scroll as he couldn't understand it. "Meow! The Demonic Crystal of that Thorn Back Demon Pig is really big. I almost can't shi*t it out. I almost suffered hematochezia." The demon cat pouted and changed the topic of the conversation. He said seriously and authenticly, "Maybe I shall be careful with my food. I can't swallow those big guys in one go." Ding Hao, "..."

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.

I even hurt myself by smashing the door with my bare hands. I even broke the mirror and tear my skin. My life is a mess and it’s hard to take revenge with my demon. I better die. I grab on a broken part of the mirror and place it under my chin leaning it closer to my neck. Before I could do anything else to myself, I noticed that I have a different reflection on the broken mirror. It’s Shaira with a demonic smile on her face. All of a sudden, I can no longer control my hand. It’s frozen and I can no longer move them.

I growl, pacing back and forth. The spirit looks anxious all of a sudden. “I know you’re mad, but you’ve helped me come to life!” “What about Atari’s spell to kill the Demon’s. Is that real?” I demand. Keo mentioned it to me, so I know it is, but I need to know if it’s imminent. “Oh yes, but now that I’m alive, maybe I can find a way to help,” she insists, stepping toward me. I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari.