Demon Vine 소설 & 이야기

"Master, Violet disobeyed you multiple times. I think she deserves a worse punishment." "Ha!" Silvia didn't seem to believe in him at all. However, she didn't expose him. Instead, she continued, "I've heard that the infamous Nightshade has Scoleciphobia. There seem to be a lot of earthworms in the garden. Now I wonder, who shall be in charge of cleaning them up?" "Understood, Master." The Demon King knew her intentions very well. He immediately ordered his subordinates to bring Violet to the garden, which was just mowed.

I knew I was supposed to preserve my energy, but holding back would only get me killed. Hell vine was a forbidden magic that James warned me never to use unless I was in a life or death situation. These vines possessed the ability to drain both the life force of its caster and anything caught in its grasp. I didn't really care, if I didn't manage to win against this witch and her mind controlled beast, the people of this kingdom might never know peace. For Kaelan, I would easily lay down my life. It was the only way I could thank him for loving me when nobody else would.

It seemed to be flailing its tentacles wildly with no sense of direction. Maddie ducked again as a tentacle from the giant octopus-like demon flew past her head. She rolled over to the left, giving the other dreadlocked girl the chance to fling a whip at the demon. The whip coiled snakelike around one of its many tentacles, its body gleaming with Sanskrit inscriptions. Ayesha pulled at the whip with a grunt and the tentacle detached from the rest of the body, flying in the air and coming to rest on the top of a car a few meters away. The creature howled in pain and scuttled towards Ayesha, slightly unbalanced on its tentacles.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

I bet he’s fucking heavy as well. I drag him by his legs and lift him onto my bed, I bind his wrist and legs to my bed post. Wide. I dipped the ropes in the one of the concoction I made careful not to get any on my skin beyond the gloves. “You fucked with the wrong demon, hunter” I say to no one. After I’m done. I wait.

“A mortal man would not have survived it. It would have killed him before he hit the ground. Your demon blood burned through most of it—that is why you are still alive.” His hands trembled as he applied another paste. “But your human side…” the healer continued. “That is where the weakness comes from. It feels the poison. It bleeds. It slows you.” Asher’s voice came low. “What kind of poison is it.” The healer gave a small cautious sigh. “Black Virethorn,” he said quietly. “A death poison. No cure exists. Once it enters the blood, it only stops when the body is dead.” Asher repeated the name of the poison slowly, as if tasting it.

When they burst into the main chamber, Dominic's blood ran cold. The demon had fully manifested. It towered fifteen feet tall, made of living shadow and crimson light, with too many eyes and a mouth that opened in directions that shouldn't exist. Around it, Ivy's wolves were fighting desperately, but every time they got close, the demon's mere presence sent them flying. Ivy stood at the edge of the original circle, bleeding from a dozen wounds, still trying to complete the banishment ritual with Cassandra and Justin. Lucian watched from the altar, amused.

Wanted them claimed. Alex was lifted off the ground by a cluster of vines. They spread his legs wide, holding him suspended in mid-air. One thick vine pushed into his mouth, fucking it slowly, while another—thicker, ridged pressed against his hole and slid inside with wet, obscene ease. The child kicked in rhythm with the intrusion, amplifying the pleasure until Alex was sobbing around the vine in his mouth. Damian roared, fighting the vines holding him. His own cock was freed by the plants, stroked by soft, sucking tendrils. “Alex—fight it—don’t let it”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.