Demonic Artists Novels & Stories

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

“Now, if both you ready, I want to start now. I still have homework that needs to be finished at home.” “Look–” “Guys, what's happening?” My head automatically turned towards Antonio who was now trying to sit up. “There's no use, Antonio. But the good news is you'll gonna die first.” As if on cue the three of them struggle to escape from their binds making them look like worms. Pathetic worms. “Ah-ah-ah” I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

They hurriedly through the store till the front door. “Freeze…” Policemen point their guns towards them. Their headlights shining towards them. Jeremy raises his hand up, letting the gun drop to the ground. “Damn it!” he curses. It’s been five weeks since Jeremy and Laurel went on their final heist together. They have not set eyes on each other ever since. Laurel is kept waiting in a holding cell and the smell of her own urine has suddenly become an acquaintance of hers. The bar rods separating her from other cells are way too familiar and the loneliness has gradually eroded some part of her sanity. No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

I deftly drew a pentagram, sprinkled a few drops of blood inside, and called to him, all quiet. “Would you like to pay me a visit, Argadon?” Not an order, no, an invitation. Come or don’t come, your call. Necromancers rarely did this—only if they wanted to strike a deal. And then, they were afraid of demons, too. However, I wasn’t. I was too upset. Argadon didn’t take too long arriving. He appeared from a pillar of red lights and made himself comfortable on the floor. “Hello, Son.”

You were merely a puppet. "You were working for him the whole time? We were partners, brothers. We took the oath together. We vowed to protect this country and its citizens." Trevor spit out in Derek's direction The man smirked in response, "No hard feelings Trev. It was nothing personal. I just chose the life I knew was better."

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"