Demon Puppy Novels & Stories

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

“Oh yeah… When you stab its butt, it didn’t look like it was trying to find a good position to examine its wound, it was as if it knew it was wounded, but it didn’t care at all.” Claude nodded. “That’s demonic monster. And like I said, any monster can turn demonic, even domestic ones. They turned into a different form that are usually more powerful and dangerous. Of course, the more demonic energy infused with them, they will turn even more dangerous. Like this one,” Claude pointed to the small puppy. “But I didn’t realize it before. I thought the thing was only trying to get some revenge.” Jai sighed. “I told you. I didn’t do anything. It just suddenly shows up and start chasing me.”

He also imagined what she would do to him. “We can trust him with the pups. He deceived us, but he is on our side,” Silver said, giving the demon the pups. The demon collected the pups and flew away. Now it was only them remaining with Orion and Malcom. She locked everywhere he can pass because she knows Orion is a vampire and can sneak away. Then she unfreezes them.

If he had been alone then, there would have been no chance of survival. The first demon to materialize was next to the attic entrance. The lean body is maroon in color. Very sinewy muscles, small evil eyes sunk into the skull, a sharp row of teeth not covered by lips, a relief skull shrouded in dark red flames. The creature, no taller than one meter, hissed angrily, somehow spitting out words. - Scoundrels, murderers, tfari! The vampire opened his mouth to answer, but the werewolf growled softly:

If I had any doubts about their loyalty I don't anymore as I watch Dion kill the hound who was his second in command. Asmodeus stands back to watch. He's not going to get out of here unscathed. In fact, he's not going to get out of here at all. I make myself tiny and fly over to him. Look at the big bad demon hiding behind his dogs. How about we make him a dog? I blow some of my dust on him. He changes into an ugly brown dog that looks like a mix between a pitbull and a chihuahua. I make myself normal size and stand in front of him.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

White furs covered its face and its pair of red gleaming eyes were very terrifying. Ruby's first thought was it looked like an oversized, deadly monkey. Then she suddenly realized what exactly this demon was. It's a Black Fangs Baboon! Her master was very interested in demons and monsters. He often went to join demon hunting all around the world and encountered many unique and dangerous beasts. He even made a book and cataloging them based on their deadliness and size, and let his apprentices to learn it if they want. Ruby jumped back a couple of feet away when the baboon tried to catch her with its claws. She controlled her sword and sent it flying to attack, though she was well aware her s

author pov Demon had spent the day watching young Leo as he lay sleeping. His parents thought it best to put him into the same deep sleep as the others in the prophecy. He was such a sweet boy, and Demon never regretted disobeying orders and saving the boy. The little boy had taught Demon so much about friendship and unconditional love. He never wanted to leave this pack. He loved everyone he had the honor to meet and be associated with. Everyone treated him like one of the pack. It did not matter that he was hideous-looking, had massive horns growing from his head, and oozed black goo until the witches cast a spell to help him with that situation.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

“This is between you and me.” I froze, immediately recognizing the voice, and turned around. “Chrystal?” A figure moved in the darkness, stepping closer. My heart pounded as she stepped into the small source of light, revealing herself. Her eyes seemed different from this morning, almost demonic. “You have crossed me, Pup,” she said, her nose twitching. “And now I have to take care of it so it won’t ever happen again.”