Demon Slave Novels & Stories

If she wouldn't be affected by having a demon slave, then it would be safe for everyone too. "Even if she wouldn't turn evil by having a demon slave, it wouldn't be a pleasant feel. Imagine ants crawling all over your body twenty-four by seven. That would be how she feels by having a demon bond with her," Adrian informed me. I shuddered at the thought of ants crawling over my body. I hated bugs! I hoped that Mercy could just banish him and wouldn't have to enslave the demon. "Just in case she has to enslave him, can she release him later?" I asked.

“Stop talking to the guy!” Scott McGowen yelled at her. He was a 30yr old gang boss, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He lusted for power and in his lust had made a pact with a Demon Lord, which resulted in being given her. She was a beautiful young golden haired demon foot soldier, given to him to do his bidding and aid him in his rise to power, but she was more than that she was extremely powerful and needed to be kept on a very short leash. The great thing for Scott McGowen was that the contract made her, his…in every way, shape and form that he wanted to use her. All he had to do was give her an order and she had to obey it. Of course, Scott was going to use it for that, and the inf

Demon Anwir turned off the shower and stepped slowly to the jacuzzi and then sit on the edge of it so I could still see his whole body with the length in his right hand. He began to stroke it, slowly, and he took his saliva on his palm in a manner that could kill all she-wolves to be his slave. This was it, I finally saw how a demon made his prisoner his pet or slave. It was indeed intoxicating and tempting. He touched himself while his eyes never left mine, and I touched myself as well. I even took off my sleeping robe and let my body be exposed with hard nipples and an inviting core between my legs. I opened my legs so wide he could see me. Though I knew that he could see me so clearly eve

She said with a serious voice. "Whipped? People are whipped here?" I asked with wide, disbelieving eyes. She nodded. "Darling, these are demons. They are not good creatures. They are revengeful, possessive and strong beings. Do not get on their bad side. They commit horrible, horrible things. The King had a prisoner from the human realm the other day. His eyes were taken first." She explained.

It should be messy here so I can clean something. "Hmm, I get what I want, they give me eveything but I'm still not happy? I don't deserve this. Why?" Maybe because I want a normal life like other people out there. Well, my life is not perfect anyway. I can't do whatever I want without my mom's permission. Even cleaning the house or do simple chores I can't because mom will get mad at our maids. I just go to bed and forced myself to sleep. _ “Sweety wakes up, it’s time to eat.” I heard my dad’s voice, so I slowly opened my eyes and smiled when I saw him.

After staring at the two people for a while, he said, "You two are so weak. But since you woke me up, I will accept you as my slaves. Follow me in the future." Demon King and Yin Zong were grieved as if they had lost their parents. They even couldn't explain their sadness. Both of them were grandmasters of Fifth Grade. Wherever they went, they would be respected and treated as gods, but now they were reluctantly accepted by someone as slaves, which made them ashamed and angry. But both of them were mortally afraid of death. Even though they were unwilling, they finally bowed down and thanked the Zombie. "Thank you, My King!"

"But one day, he revolted. I was going through my usual routine of the day after school. I went to her house, and I found him feasting on her body. He ate her heart, so as to become his own master, gaining immortality that was independent of any master." That day was the goriest day I ever lived. I remember walking into her house. There was this iron scent of blood in the air. Scared, I ran up the stairs, calling her name. Susan! Susan! Where are you? Bursting through her bedroom door, I see her body sprawled across the room. And him, stuffing his face with her flesh.

Galene consoled. *** Master Damien stood at the terrace of his chambers staring down the castle while in deep thoughts. He wondered why he couldn't touch that slave that came last night, he had gotten out of his robe and tried to touch her but he couldn't, he got disgusted and wanted non-other than the new slave so he wore back his robe and left the room informing Robin to get the slave out of his chambers. He had wanted to send for her but since she complained of not being healed of the previous injury, he decided to let her be against his wish.

Not even ashes. The scroll was a contract scroll and a high quality one at that. If the poles had done its work and held down whatever demon that showed up, Anderson had intended to use that scroll to forcibly enter a master-slave contract, with said demon, him being the master of course. The contract would have been a battle with his soul as his wager and the demon’s freedom and his/hers. When he won, the demon would forcibly have to reveal his true name in order to sign the contract. That was how the demon would be bound for all eternity to the holder of the contract. But now…

She trembled uncontrollably, too weak to scream anymore. I’ve never felt so desperate, she thought. Who’ll take care of Reece if I’m gone? Her breathing slowed, her eyelids growing heavy. As consciousness slipped away, she suddenly saw the door push open and light flood in. Dave’s handsome face came into focus—just like eleven years ago, when he’d pushed open the door to the school rooftop and walked toward her like a god descending.