Demonic Comic Novels & Stories

I used my thumb to wipe away the mess from under his eye. "Dane was sucking that man's dick," he groaned and I bit my inner cheek not to laugh at how pathetic he sounded. I nodded my head and patted his back. "It upset you, it must be your angel side, you understand that demons aren't um, very monogamous right, I mean that's what I've been told and it would piss me off if Samson did the same thing," I rambled on with my thoughts and Mortas growled at me.

Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes. Dante was an evil spirit, he wasn't supposed to live for so long yet.. he was wherever i went. He knew exactly where i was everytime.. Who was that god with dark energy that knew exactly where i could go. Who was the dark god I trusted so much? Who was the one who hated me and my mother so much that he would be willing to make me trust him before hurting me. Who was the one that acted as though he wasn't easily offended but deep inside, he carried a lot of hatred and resentment.

While he didn’t appreciate the offer, he understood it had been done out of some misplaced sense of empathy. Still, even today, he failed. Demonology was the most boring of all the classes. Drent, the instructor in charge, had them learning everything they could about as many demons as they could. So far, the man had covered only ten demons in detail and roughly twenty in passing. Kilvic, however, found nothing new, and was always forced to battle with a drowsiness born of boredom while the man taught and the risk of whispering answers beyond the instructor’s observation whenever one of his friends was asked a question they couldn’t answer.

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

DANTE If anyone except for my mate had said that not all demons were sadistic pieces of fucking shit then I would have most likely laughed at their attempted joke. All of the encounters that I have had regrading demons were the Zeltenea that came after Elle, the memories of what those demons had done to my mate, and those we fought against.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

“I get the predicament.” He looked at me slyly, and his eyes glittered. It was the old Mouth again. “So I say to myself, hey, I need some backup, right? I need somebody who I can hash things out with, who not only understands me but is familiar with the demonic. And I say to myself . . . ” “Why not hit up the ole Demon Girl?” I felt the grin spread across my face. It felt delightfully wicked and free. Finally, something I understood. Carnage. Justice maybe tipped with a little revenge. Something to fill my mind so I’m not dreaming of haunting, gorgeous greens at night.

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.