Demon Trickster Novels & Stories

Our devil’s trap held firm, and the demon quickly lost its temper. “How did you manage to get it over here?” My Dad asked conversationally, purposefully ignoring the writhing demon stood on the wet grass. We’d had to set the trap up somewhere it could be hidden, and a dewy verge covered in decaying leaf mulch had proven to be the perfect spot. The trap consisted of a large wooden bowl-like structure, inscribed with sigils and words of power in a large spiral. When the demon walked over it, it would hold him firm. Unless the seal was broken, it would be trapped for eternity.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

He also imagined what she would do to him. “We can trust him with the pups. He deceived us, but he is on our side,” Silver said, giving the demon the pups. The demon collected the pups and flew away. Now it was only them remaining with Orion and Malcom. She locked everywhere he can pass because she knows Orion is a vampire and can sneak away. Then she unfreezes them.

“—I cannot help but to take revenge on your clan,’’ he said as he was gripping the iron bar. It bent as I was smirking. It seems that it has been forever since I saw this bastard was letting his demon controlled him. “So, how it feels to be in power?” I asked as the bastard was smirking at me as he was crossing his hands and looked at me in the eyes. “It has been awesome. One: you’re inside the cage and Two: I have the complete trust of the Huntress. I must say she did have a very delicious body,” the bastard said as I was tugging at the chain. He laughed wickedly before I was taking a deep breath. I counted to ten to control my demon from tearing this motherfucker apart with my true power.

Some years after,Diemon was tricked by a Chinese monk who casted a spell on him and turned him into a statue so as to save his student from being offered to him as a sacrifice. Several men from different tribes and culture who were blinded by their greed for power went in search of Diemon so as to release him,but they were all killed by the trap set by the monk to prevent anyone from releasing Diemon in the cave where he was kept. Two decades after,a man called Derek finds his way into the cave where Diemon was kept after he discovered the cave in an ancient book his father gave to him a day before he died and he was able to release him from the spell.The day set to sacrifice the chosen one

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

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.

He looked around the room and acknowledged the fact that his members are there with him. Samantos is becoming too daring. He knows me and chose to play with me. "He chose to play with fire!!!" He shouted and the whole building shook. The guys were no longer surprised. A phone call jolted them back to life. Red, as he is popularly called stepped out to hand over the phone to Eric. Red, second in command, fastest shooter. He is called Red because of the number of people he has killed. He looks deadly dangerous. After Eric, no one dares him. A scar was visible on his face showing he had a rough childhood. Well, what more can you expect from a Capo? He relocated to the city after being beaten to

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.