Demon X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

Their armor shattered, and their forms dissolved into grey ash before they even hit the ground. But Silas—the thing that used to be Silas wasn't so easily stopped. He let out a roar that tasted like rust in the air and swung a massive, jagged arm at Vane. Vane caught the blow with his bare hand. The sound of metal meeting demonic flesh was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Vane’s shoes cracked the stone floor beneath him, but he didn't move an inch. A thin trickle of dark, almost black blood ran down his palm, and the sight of it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Elara. He was bleeding. He was real.

he suggested, his voice resonating with strategic intent. Ralph focused his gaze on the decaying house, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. Through the power of his x-ray vision, the walls seemed to fade away, revealing the hidden secrets within. "I perceive two demons lurking inside," Ralph reported, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate."

I'm ready for sleep, but first, I'm going to start this new romantic book about demons. Humming to myself, I leaf through the introduction pages but find myself drawn to the cover image. It's somewhat distracting. There is a shirtless demon daddy on the first page. He has dark hair, blazing eyes and a nice tattoo on his chest. I giggle as my fingers touch his abs. "Of course, you have a six-pack..." I mutter. "You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..."

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

Looking up, Xolvion could see what looked like a popular tavern across the road, filled with people and bursting with delicious smells. As if in response his stomach growled and his mouth watered. "Alright, I get it." He thought, trying to calm his hunger. Xolvion walked across the road to the doors of the tavern. He finally opened it, seeing that it was full and booming with life as all sorts of people ate and drank while laughing and sharing tales. Xolvion entered, trying his best to avoid any unwanted attention from the locals. Thankful he had no horns like other demons, and his appearance was mostly human, other than his slightly pointed ears which were covered by his hair, meaning that

He lets out a guttural roar, his claws scraping against the tabletop as he slams his fists down. The other demons fall silent, their attention focused on the spectacle unfolding before them. Hazel's heart races as she watches the scene unfold, her mind reeling with the realization that she has been thrust into a world where violence and chaos reign supreme. Damon's gaze never leaves Hazel's face as the demon's outburst echoes through the hall. With a wave of his hand, the creature falls silent, its eyes still blazing with a feral intensity. "All hail Lord Xorax, my most trusted general," Damon announces, his voice booming through the chamber. "He has brought word of a potential threat to our

I held him in my arms warmly and placed another kiss on his temple. It turned out to me that Xavier was a hybrid of a werewolf and a demon in his previous life. Compared to low-level monsters like vampires, demons are more powerful. They are also advanced species and are extremely rare in number. Each one of them is very powerful and they do not die easily.

Evelyn lifted her skirts and stepped on the ground that was strewn with countless demon corpses, a hint of amazement on her beautiful face as she scanned the circle of the scene that was completely described as gruesome with a gaze of pure curiosity. Xavier stood silently in the middle of a large pile of demon corpses, dissecting the corpses with skillful movements, the scarlet tip of his sword sliced into the demon's chest, and in just two or three strokes, a heart that was still beating vigorously rolled out with a flutter and fell at his feet. Those dead demons still had their eyes open in unison, countless blood-red eyes looking straight towards Xavier right in the middle from all direct

His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared. Xander pressed his me closer to the shelves and leaned towards my ears to whisper. "I was curious where my little wifey disappeared to but who would have thought she was busy reading a historical dark novel about how a girl was fucked every night by a demon she summoned from hell." My eyes popped out when I heard about the contents of the book. Why the hell did Bertha recommend such a book to me? That girl set me up! "I heard the demon once tied her to the bed blindfolded and used a dagger to make her cum multiple times." Xander just had to add, but was that even possible?