Demon Singing Novels & Stories

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

The warmth in the chaos. I grip my head, falling to my knees, sweat pouring down my back. “No…” I gasp. “Get out. Get the fuck out of my head!” The demonic voice snarls and shifts. I feel it clawing at me from inside, like it knows I’m fighting harder now. Like it knows it's losing. Simone raises her hands, her voice going sharp and commanding as she begins chanting. I can feel the energy pulsing from her, targeting me, targeting the thing inside me.

I would bet my fucking castle that my human was in there. Opening the door slightly, I was shocked by the view. My human, dancing and singing on a bed to a song about boys to Aklan and Luzo, who sang with her. Unheard of. Demons weren't supposed to have fun. We were serious creatures, always out for more power, and not enjoy unnecessary things. And then it dawned on me. The little minx put on the same song from when I played poker.

Meanwhile, Josiah, aside from continually summoning malevolent spirits and ghosts, appeared to have no other potent means at his disposal. Just as Adrian assumed that Josiah had exhausted his arsenal of tricks, the elder silently recited a mantra within his heart. This mantra emanated an eerie and ominous aura as if originating from the depths of hell itself. He summoned the spirits of the long-deceased to return to the mortal realm. Simultaneously, his demeanor took on a sinister and unsettling aspect as he softly intoned the chant. Gradually, those present began to notice a potent force emanating from the Demon's Box just behind Josiah. With its emergence, the demonic energy within the vic

"She actually sat on Niederhogg's back, how wonderful!" One high, one low, one heavy, one soft voice chirped and staggered, and Evelyn looked halfway around the room before she realized that the two voices were coming from the palms of the young demon's hands - two mouths growing from each of his palms, spitting out their tongues and frantically licking up the juice dripping from the purple fruit. "Hello oh mother." The young demon smiled up at her, revealing rows of jagged teeth, and said, "My name is Sagon. According to human custom, I should call you that correctly, right?"

Petra whispered, her voice laced with astonishment, “have I ever seen them do that.” The room seemed to darken, the air thickening like a storm about to break. Then, one of the veiled Widows rose from her seat. Her movements were slow, deliberate, yet her very presence sent an unnatural chill rolling down my spine. When she finally spoke, her voice was a whisper that echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once. “The horns suggest the *possibility* of him being a demon.” The moment those words left her lips, she reached under the folds of her gown, producing a slender dagger with a curved, gleaming blade. Before anyone could react, she turned swiftly and *plunged* it into the chest of one of t

Emphasis on alone. I knew I harbored a demon, it's time for me to embrace it. Demon, what's your name? I asked, not really expecting an answer. I'm one, I'm all, I'm no one. Why do you summon me? The demon's voice reverberated in my head like cackling thunder. I had to hold my head to keep myself from falling off the bed and causing a ruckus. It was still too early to be awake, 3am to be precise.