Demon Zoro Novels & Stories

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."

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

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.

"Oh. I know all about your new master, Arabella. If I were you, I would come with me. As he is someone you really do not want to around." Even though she could tell he was mocking her, she could not miss the underlying warning that graced his tone. "What are you talking about?" she fired. Her uncle heaved a sigh and released his grip on her, but only a little. "He is a demon, Arabella. He is not an ordinary being like the rest of us. Nor does he do things like the rest of us. He is not of this world, Arabella." Demon? Out of this world? She cracked a hearty laugh. Her uncle must have either lost his mind from too much tobacco, or he was now a delusional man.

But that doesn't make them weak. They are the most powerful men of my tribe: Devin, the grumpy red fire demon. Saluki, the dark blue demon who can read minds. Haze, the water demon with eyes that glow blue. And the last hunter is Ringo, who never looks the same due to his shape-shift abilities. "Devin, Saluki, Haze, and Ringo, what brings you here?" The four of them exchange a look, and then they grimace. No one says anything, and I lift a questioning eyebrow. I glance between them, and Devin, the one who is the bravest, steps forward.

Suddenly, right before their eyes, Zector knelt before the statue, showing utmost respect and deference like a humble subject paying respects to his king. Everyone was stunned into silence. ‘This... This is too much!’ they thought. Adrian started to ask, "Zector, what—" But Sameer seemed to realize something and interrupted sharply, "You're a demon!" As he spoke, a gleam of light flashed in his hand and a sword suddenly appeared. Not only Sameer, but even his juniors summoned their swords, looking at Zector with wariness and disbelief. At this moment, Zector smiled faintly and calmly asked, "What? Are you all afraid of me? Am I that frightening?" He slowly stood up and walked toward them.