Demonic Fox Novels & Stories

Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table. "Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says. I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting. “Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere." He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that. "Wait-"

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“I detest everything about you and if you must die for you to be quiet, then so be it.” I shift into my half-form, letting my cat surge to the surface. The time for talk has ended, this has gone on long enough. He also shifts, a dark mass rising from his skin to hover threateningly over him. Looking into the red eyes in those shadows makes my blood run cold. “The demon wolf.” My mind supplies immediately, even though it is my first time seeing him. I shake my head to rid it of the confusion and with a snarl, I gather my soldiers and attack.

Her eyes were blazing with a fierce light as she spoke. "I am a completely demonic bitch now, made of hellfire," she declared "Nothing can burn me anymore because I am made of fire." As the masked mafia men continued the sex, Alexa leaned into each thrust with a perverse sense of enjoyment. Each thrust seemed to fuel her ornery, her laughter still echoing through the room. A demonic laughter. Alexa lost in her madness compeletely. There is no going back. In the midst of the madness, Dionysus was a picture of indifference. Accustomed to the brutality of murder, atrocities, and every kind of violation, such orgy didn't even make him flinch. His attention is still on his phone and wines.

He pushed me hard, and I fell to the ground. Looking up, I noticed a man standing before me; he was huge, with pure white hair and completely black eyes. He was the scariest and most imposing creature I had ever seen. I knew who he was even by a single glance. This was Vox, the Demon Overlord, and he was in this pack. He walked past me like I wasn’t even there. “Did you do as I told you?” he asked Daemon, his voice calm and yet threatening. “I did.”

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood

The Demon, who had been hovering menacingly behind Xavier, slumped to the ground, a defeated foe. Falkor offered an exceptional handgun, its design hinting at occult craftsmanship, with an air of steadfast command. "Forged by divine methods to slay these demonic beasts," he stated, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "Let us cast them down into the depths of hell, where they belong." Falkor's eyes were filled with wrath as he launched a merciless volley of shots at the advancing Demons. Each shot held a potent blend of satisfaction and insatiable need, reflecting the intense desire to demolish the Demon's Army.

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

“I don’t want money. I just want you to prove that you are Venenum.” “What do you want?” I snap. “Death. I want you to kill someone in exchange for ten heads of Foxglove.” Ten heads of Foxglove will be more than enough for what I need to do. “Who do you want dead?” “Does it matter?” he laughs. “If you are who you claim to be, killing should be a walk in the park.” I pause, glaring out at the frozen pond. Demons are nasty fellows who don't have an atom of kindness in them. They’ll willingly kill innocents without batting an eye, and they are not fans of Nobles either.