Demon Races Novels & Stories

Most of them had only heard of the name Lucas the Demon and had no idea about everything that had happened. "I heard that Lucas the Demon is neither a human being nor a Dark Race. Instead, he’s a demon!" 'Demon?' The crowd was stunned once again. It was obvious that they had never heard of the ‘Demon Race’ before. "Lately, there's a rumor saying that the Demon Race is on top of the Dark Race. In the entire world, there exists only one demon and it’s Lucas the Demon!" Slurp! The crowd heard this and could not help but inhaled sharply.

"The human race keeps talking about how the demon race is like, how clean the human race is. Not necessarily! What human race, what demon race, I can only say that the winner takes all! If they win, they can naturally say whatever they want. If we lose, they can say whatever they want! There's nothing to say! The winner takes all!" "That's right, but it doesn't make sense for the Human Race to slander us! It's obvious that we've lost in terms of insidiousness and cunning. But if we lose, we'll admit defeat! If the Human Race says that it's all because of their contribution, then I won't admit it. I don't believe it. I refuse to admit it! Why should the Human Race do it?" ...... The vengeful

Damien’s POV The heat hits first. Not the comforting kind—the kind that crawls under my skin, restless, wrong. I look up from the book in front of me and shot to my feet. She’s hurt. The thought slams into me with enough force to crack stone. I sprint out the room. The corridors at Races place blur as I cut through them, steam bleeding off my skin in sharp bursts. Soldiers scatter. Someone tries to speak to me. I don’t slow.

The vehicles lined up, engines roaring with power, their drivers eager to prove their mettl Eva, fueled by her newfound determination and the thirst for Damien's flesh, saw the race as an opportunity—a chance to escape the confines of her cage and unleash her true nature. She plotted her move, awaiting the perfect moment when chaos and confusion would reig As the flag dropped, signaling the start of the race, the vehicles surged forward, tearing through the forest like wild beasts. The spectators watched in awe as the drivers skillfully navigated the treacherous terrain, their hearts pounding with excitemen

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"

Raven said softly and Faelon grinned slightly but declined. "Perhaps tomorrow we can join you for breakfast but for now I just want to enjoy my family. I fear a war is brewing and I will be the center of it," he sighed in frustration. His mother and father hugged him and told him to enjoy his family. Just as Faelon was prepared to go out of the front door Atlas appeared looking frantic at him and Dagon. "The trumpets have sounded in the human realm and Phil was called to action and the earthbound demons have begun gathering in masses," He said grimly. Faelon huffed and glanced over at his father and shook his head.

Unlike we humans who live here in the Hunters’ Village, Mortiz is of the Demon race who dominate half of the island nation of Zephyriah. We humans and the Demon race share a friendly relationship and a common revolt against our nefarious neighbors; the Vampires. Those vile beings in the guise of human forms prey on us ‘weaker beings’. But thanks to our friendly neighbors, the Demon race, we’ve been able to put up strong aggression against them for over many years. If only those beings hadn’t been banished from Maevrion several centuries ago...we’d be living our lives in peace, absolved from the fear of being attacked even in the daytime and getting sucked dry.

Olivia's heart was racing as she sat on her bed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn't believe that Azazel, one of the most powerful demon princes, had just materialized in her room. She felt small and vulnerable in his presence, knowing that he could easily overpower her if he wanted to. But at the same time, she knew that she had brought this on herself.

Belial was beside me, nerdy, small-framed, glasses fogged with excitement. "Paimon! You made it," Belial grinned. "Can’t wait to see what kind of game the Human Contractors play this year." Game? Oh fuck. The Game of Walpurgis. Every demon with a Contractor must offer them up to compete. Alice. That golden retriever with a pulse is going to be thrown into a gladiator pit of curses, monsters, and death. I can’t let her die—not like this. If someone else tortures her, her soul is lost to me.