Demon Stars Novels & Stories

It had jumped back a few feet, not expecting me to show up so quickly. The demon uttered a high-pitched shriek, and its teeth turned dark green with its toxic poison. I'm done playing now. "Star-fire Barrage!" Many droplets of liquid soon surrounded the demon, and it seemed confused. I snapped my fingers, and all the drops exploded at the same time, sending the demon flying towards my feet. It didn't move anymore except for one of its claws, which was still twitching. "That was a bit of overkill, wasn't it?" Eldon asked with a devious smirk. I threw him the dirtiest look I could. Ha!

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

Back in The Demon King's Castle (Plug-in, 🎵"Tibiakassé-Stupéfiant"🎵 Back in The Kingdom of Gabhaàr, Bahm invited a few of his trusted girls to his castle. The sound of hardcore music was playing in the second hall and a variety of drugs coated over a long, glass end table. A few vampire chicks were kissing deeply with one another, while the rest few watch The Demon King dance on a wooden table. His drugged filled body was gyrating and jerking to every beat of the music.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “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.”

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it. All my friends are different species. Arjun is a Romantic Beast. Neil is a Mysterious Cruel Devil. Davis is the Sexiest Monster. and I am. I am a Demon, a Soul Sucker Demon but I got my Fire, my soul in the name of my wife, My Queen. Mrs. Maria Daniel Miller. Now, I am praying for my brother's future mates. God bless them and give them some extra power to tame them. I laughed madly at my own thoughts.