Demon Siren Novels & Stories

I shuddered from the image, the memory of Demetrius taking us to Austria along the channels of black and silence as Shenka's hand tightened on mine. The air beside me tore open, amber fire pouring through as the veil opened. The element fragments squealed in musical protest before fleeing in ripples of panic, out through the concrete foundation and gone in a flash. I turned, still slightly dazed, to feel my demon grandmother's spirit touch me. I sent love to Ahbi Sanghamitra as my sister's tall, muscular form crossed from Demonicon to my plane. She towered over me in her platform boots, floor-length black jacket topped with spikes. Her polished horns curved back into her glossy curls, large

Melanie finished and removed her blindfold. "Denver, where did you get this slut from? She's a really attractive one." a demon shouted. Another demon climbed up the stage and went directly to Melanie and squeezed he breasts which made her scream in fear. That was the final straw for me.

“Seriously Noah, go away. I can handle it.” The demon lifted himself up and looked down at her. “If you need us, we’re outside. Just scream nice and loudly.” Serenity watched as the demon left, closing the door most of the way and she sighed, laying back against the pillow. Her eyes gravitated to the ceiling and she counted the rivets in the plasterboard. What was she going to see when she finally relived some of the demon’s memories? Were they going to be horrific? How long would it take her to fall asleep? Would she feel it coming over—

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

Even before zeke’s voice rang out through the air from the mirror Damon carried like was some kind of cursed but prized relic. “Do not look her in the eyes, you fools,” Zeke hissed, his voice sounding as irritated as ever. “Do not listen to her for too long too. She’s a siren.” My heart started pounding but I kept my focus on her feet and the water that was lapping at the one. Damon on the other hand didn’t move and when I turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed like he was seeing something no one else but him could.

Sierra piped up. The demon groaned. “Oh, not you again.” Sierra cocked her head to one side. “You’re not as scary as I imagined, either.” Mera rolled her eyes. “Stop flirting, Sie. Let’s just get this over with.” “Ugh, I agree.” The demon cracked its knuckles. “I know your sort. Hunters, right? Send me back down below if that’s what you’re planning. I’ll find my way back up soon enough.”

In her room, they started chanting spells and so far she can summon a smoke distraction spell. "You can use that to run away from a demon. Although it is not that useful cause demons are fast. You have to have..." Eyaren chanted another spell, making a symbol with her hand and closing her eyes, "You don't see an effect but that spell I did is for demons not to smell me for half a minute." "Woah," Serra was left awed. So, the first spell is a smoke bomb, and the second has a concealing effect kind of thing. She wished she played more computer games. "Show me more!"

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

Selenian said. - What's more, for the first time, we have the queen of demons and representatives of the demon summit. - Selenian said, presenting the demonic woman with purple skin, pink hair between the sides like pink flames, between her pointed and twisted horns above her head, in an S shape, which meet. In which she called herself Jasmine, her breasts full on her sculptural and muscular body with lines and pink flames all over her body, she had claws and nails, wearing only a bra and panties, a high heel shoe, at her side.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.