Demon Singer Novels & Stories

I can hear her above everyone and everything! As a Demon-Wolf, my abilities occasionally overwhelm my body and brain. Leading me to do dark things or lash out and create big messes. Not many people knew, but I am like this because I am only half-demon. Not full. I have two forms, my Demon-Wolf and myself, a witchy demon. If I was a full demon, I'm sure not even the heavens could control a demon that knows an infinity of spells…. —Id be untouchable if I could control all my demons in me.

Demon said, staring at Elena as Eva laughed. "Something helped us from preventing the Ninja's from entering the room, it was in a shadow form." Jess began. "You haven't told us who you really are, who are you and how can you control shadows?" "You are right, I am a half demon and also a Shadow walker." Demon answer. "I have to go somewhere, I will be back soon, I need to find out why and who is after me." "Thanks for your help Chase." "No problem." Demon turned to go and stopped, he walked back to Elena and before she could protest, he kissed her firmly on her lips and was gone like a wind.

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.

A calm voice sounded behind the boy and the boy holding me whipped his head around to the intruder. The demon, Asmodeus or Adrian or whatever his name was stood in the middle of the bathroom. Clothed in a full black suit, his eyes were pitch black and were showing nothing but death. He stared at us and his teeth bared in a dangerous manner. "Who the fuck are you?" The boy said to him. The demon snapped his fingers and the boy in front of me started screaming in a high pitched, painful scream.

I said confidently. "That's all I wanted to hear boy" he said with a bitter smile. He just want me to spit it out myself. He sure know what the devil did to me and knows I've been trying to get his life. "You are not the only one that is unto that demon. He might be powerful but when we join forces, he's no match for us. This time around he bit more than what he can chew" he said with his eyes glowing. I was glad that alpha Callus too was angry. We need rage to face that demon.

“If you are a demon than how can you look like this? Like a normal human being?” “This is not how I actually look like. This is just how I appear to other.” “Then how do you actually look?” He took another sip then put his glass down before looking her in the eyes. “Once you really deep down believe that I am a demon you might see what I really look like.” “Can’t I see before that?” She asked. “Only if I show you but I don’t want to.” “Why?” He narrowed his gaze. “It’s not a pretty sight and you might never forget it.”

Not a single inch. And I dare to say the words that I shouldn’t have uttered. “I think so.” “You think what, Singer?” No. I see those red eyes. And the moment I see him, my entire body just freezes. Blood covers his face. He looks like a demon walking on Earth. Someone who should be dead, but is somehow still alive. It’s over. He lunges. But the moment he does, the darkest shadow covers the front of my vision. I hear the voice that I’d never thought I’d hear again. A flash of brilliant gold, amidst the rippling darkness.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.