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The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

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The mage was positively wide-eyed when he spoke, “Do you mean to say that -” “That’s right... Prince Langrion might be the prophesized Demon King, so I cannot allow any killings to take place. I wouldn’t allow him to succumb to the Ancient One and become the Demon King in the first place...” Several hours after Shia’s long discourse with the mage, she was, more than ever, determined to set in action the series of steps she needed to fulfil her plan. “First,” she told the mage earlier. “You must tell me more about Freya. Even if you do say we are presently occupying the same body, I don’t really feel her within me.”

“So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.” I looked at the page in amazement. I ran my fingers over the picture, “But this says they are from hell, does that mean they are bad?” “Sometimes. But there are good demons too.” She pulled another book down and this one looked newer, and the words weren’t in English. “In Japan there are good demons and bad demons.” “Like Inuyasha?” “Exactly.” I thought about it, so maybe ‘demon’ isn’t a bad thing? “Hey, Mama? If that is something that bothers people, is it bad to be called

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

"I don't know if I'm allowed to tell you this, because I only found out after Demian saw you with Liam." "Who's Demian?" Ayu took a deep breath then she smiled sadly and looked at Liam. "He works for demons." "Who? Demian?" "No, bitch. It's Liam and Demian are our demon lord..." My face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots, in that instant, my skin became pale as ever, my mouth hung with lips slightly parted and my eyes were as wide as they could stretch. My brain seems to stutter, short circuiting for a moment.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Some terms and explanations might be different from the usual things we might encounter when it comes to the demon realm, so please keep an open mind and enjoy this world created by the author. Thank you for opening this book, and I hope you will enjoy the ride! For updates and chapter teasers, check my i * s t * g r * m >>> author.cassa.m or my F_B readers' group >>> cassandra.m.world

“But sir, we have no authors and…..” “We have. One for now.” Aslan said excitedly. “Who?” “Phoebe Schmidt.”