Demon Pride Novels & Stories

"O' mighty Blood God, I come to you with this carnal offering. I ask of you to grant me the strength to unleash a massacre on the people, to bring you new followers." The prayer ended, and all the blood around the figure flowed backward into the central pool, condensing on the figure. Very soon, a demon around eight meters tall appeared. It had the same gigantic horns on its head, and its body was covered in bloody armor as it wielded a huge bloody axe with a murderous expression.

“W-what do you mean?” “You do understand that you are bound to me, right?” “A-and?” “I can sense your emotions… And right now, all I can feel from you is anger, the thirst for revenge against the people who wronged you. And I can make that happen, Olivia. I can help you with that revenge. I am Azazel, the Demon Prince of Wrath… I am exactly the power you will need.”

It might be true that Veronica didn't feel guilty about what she's done, but Tristan suspected that it bothered her that people kept reminding her and treating her poorly because of it. "I'm kidding, of course. The bloodletting is part of a ritual and it has to be given without coercion. That's why I'm asking you this," Veronica said after a while, but Tristan could see she at least half-meant it when she said she wouldn't hurt him because of Francesca. "I think this might be the first time a demon's asked me for a favor. Isn't pride one of the seven cardinal sins?" "I'm also the first full-blown demon that you know, " Veronica replied, "And pride is at the bottom of my list of sins, thank y

As they rode back to the palace, Cornelius couldn't help but notice that Ares had a deep frown on his face. He was about to say something when the Coachman yelled. “Hey!Get out of the way!" Ares and Cornelius looked out of the window and saw a bunch of human females falling to the ground. One thing Ares hated more than his demon was humans. They were liars, traitors and conceited beings. That was why he never bought a human slave before.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

"Ow, ow, ow, you crazy woman! Aaah, that hurts! What're you doing?! Leave my ear! Ow! Jesus, ow!" Adrian let out the shrillest shriek ever known to human existence. I let go of his ear and ignoring his sigh of relief and his 'are you crazy' gaze on me, I looked at him closely for any signs of a demonic soul. I'd heard that the possessed souls showed their true colors if they're harmed in any way. But when there was no sign of changing shapeform or something as dramatic as that, I finally realized what I'd done.

Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender. Belle's entire soul was engulfed by an overwhelming sense of dread as the demon's words echoed in her ears. Her fear was not merely for the terrifying entity before her but for the painful memories it unearthed. Her late mother, a woman of undeniable beauty, had lived a life of hardship as a prostitute.

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.