Demon Pride Mga Nobela at Kwento

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

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.”

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

Something like hope and want. “You can’t? Do demons not love?” There were many curious things to ask about as our conversation went on. “Well, the way of life is very different here.” It looked back at the darkness of its dimension, “If I could, I want to experience human emotions but for all of me it isn’t possible.” “Why?” “Its against the pride of demons.” When it said that, it wasn’t much pleased. “So can you not be a demon?” It laughed, “That’s cute but demons take pride in their species.”

All cultures practice it, but Lunamin is especially sacred to Demons for reasons that are too heartbreaking to consider amongst the rest. “It is a bit too sweet,” I rotate my teeth rather than my tongue across my lip. Never really sure how people will take feedback. Pride is a constant in Demons. Stubbornness also common. Just in different ways. The kinds that match with their natures as cats, dogs, bears, or winged predators who never fail to capture their prey. Oni are always assumed since they can’t take their Sacred forms. Still, it’s one of those things that everyone takes as a given, and I question.

Apex pulled back as the smoke cleared the Demon smiled as his strike barely did any scratch to his jet black scales. With but a flick of his fingers Apex was blown away taking the force equivalent to a hundred thousand stars imploding at the same time. Apex was taken back by the amount of force from a single strike as he was badly wounded from a flick insulting the beast for his show of might. The Demon reached out his hand pulling Apex back as he grabbed him by his neck slowly choking the life out of him. "Apex, know only this I did what I had to do to protect the balance and nothing more. The Primordials were foolish and corrupted, thus I gladly killed them all and took their power for mys

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.