Demon Zoro Novels & Stories

“I’m very sure. The drug is extremely similar to the zombie drug reported to the bureau last month. “It’s not a regular needle. “It’s a puncture needle meant for the spine, where it’ll inject medicine directly to the central nervous system. “Only professional labs would be able to produce this.” When Mary heard that it was a zombie drug, she finally came around to her senses. She screamed and pushed Charlie aside. “You rascal! Where did you get this needle?” Charlie stumbled after Mary pushed him and started crying again. “It’s from daddy’s study! I saw daddy inject that pretty lady with it!

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

Alex felt his body being lifted off the ground as a dark aura surrounded him. He felt a searing pain in his chest, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. His eyes turned red, his muscles bulged, and his skin began to ripple and change, taking on a dark hue. He felt an incredible surge of power coursing through his veins, and he began to convulse as the demon inside him grew more powerful. Alex was too shocked to even shout, and he watched in horror as his body began to transform. Alex tried to fight back to regain control of his body, but the demon was too powerful. It spoke to him, in a voice that was not his own, promising him untold powers and strength if he would just submit to it

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

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."

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.

He was reaching for her, his eyes full of a frantic need to protect. Then, the sound of tearing flesh. A sword, guided by the demon’s gaze, plunged through Varian’s stomach. He skidded to a halt, his momentum dying instantly. He dropped to his knees, staring up at Zayla with a look of shattered disbelief, before falling flat onto the stone. Zayla’s eyes went wide, the shock finally breaking her world apart, but she still couldn't move. She was trapped in the gaze of the demon, standing in a graveyard of its making.

No one could control me. “Hands on the floor.” I did that too. My right fist was already slamming into the marble, the pain echoing through my bones and making me roar as I resisted the order. But it was pointless, as Zane was feeding off the strength of his dominant's will. Sora shouldn't be able to control me. He wasn't a demon. I was a demon and a lord. There were only two people who could control me. Myself and…an angel. Sora had no demon scent. He was a weak worthless omega with a broken pheromone. He was….

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

"Oh, I did alright. And he was delicious. He had the taste of lean meat. Too bad he wasn't beefier. Otherwise, he would have satisfied me some more and-" I shout a war cry and leap forward, my insides burning with malice to kill this evil being in front of me. But I don't see the little device he has clutched in his hand. He swings his arm around. Something sharp and painful stings my eyes and face. I cry out, and something hits my side, sending me flying across the sandbar.