Demon Zenitsu Novels & Stories

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf. It was already obvious the universe hated me because of all the places I could have ended up, it was right in the country where he ruled from. Carmine Moreno’s name was spoken in whispers around the halls of my school. Even Nathaniel had specifically warned me to stay away from anything that would ever lead me to be in his line of focus when I first arrived. I guess my father was as bad as a parent as he was at taking his own advice because I was right there.

"Sumire." She introduces herself to the woman, with a slight gulp. Zenia flashed a beaming smile. Her eyes, her lips, and her spirit all at once smiled at her. A flash of memory came back to her as Sumire remembered a nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle. The nun has the same gentle and motherly aura as Zenia. She was her closest friend and the youngest nun in the orphanage. Mother Herathelle and Zenia have the same dimple on the right cheek.

Damn, Zenos is a disaster. Dad Ethan, mom Zenni, save your precious baby Hayden. Ahem. Definitely not liking that nickname. Save Hayden from this devilish person’s scheme. Seeing Hayden’s grievance-filled expression, Zenos' expression flickered. He lowered his head close to the boy's ear and licked the boy's earlobe sensually. "Young master, baby Hayden. Zen was wrong. Zen is sorry.” Zenos apologizes in a husky and deep, sexy tone.