Demonic Gundam Novels & Stories

Ayumi is the son of Tadashi, Director of Tarso Retail Japan Branch, was his confidant, then betrayed him with embezzled company money, and committed suicide in prison. However, Edzar and Ayumi's relationship is far away, and Sebastian is worried that Ayumi will avenge her father's death. He didn't want Ayumi in his family. Ayumi must have a devious plan. And now Sebastian was overwhelmed with feelings of confusion. Is it worth giving up the woman he loves who he has been looking for 10 years to be his future wife for his son.? Damage

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

Although Stella rolled her eyes at him, her expression gave away that she was in love since the two were actually dating. This was Yohan Jacobson, nicknamed Butcher in the Flying Eagles. He was second to Jade in matters of power as if he were a strong meat grinder. Martiny shook her head. “This probably wasn’t the work of the Japanese. They wouldn’t be able to breed these in the first place. With all the demonic Chi in there, I still think it’s the work of the Blood Cult.” “These are Forerunners!” Alex suddenly spoke in a serious tone. Everyone looked at him as Bunty exclaimed, “You know what these are, Alex?”

The figure disappeared, but the other Demons from the direction they are heading were alerted. They simultaneously cried screams before charging. Lukas turned and fired at a trio of charging Demons. The muzzle flash illuminated the dimly lit dark corridor, revealing blood, flipped tables and mutilated corpses. The nurse's eyes widened at all of these. Lukas swallowed in fear as he felt his M-60 becoming lighter and lighter every second and the nearest Demon isn't dead yet.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

I asked, slowly bending down to better cradle her to my chest as the battle began to end around me and the enemy began to flee. Damien was a force to be reckoned with as he sliced through the demons like it was sport for him, he was completely focused and the demona began to steer clear of him as he moved. Those many days spent being beaten up, broken and bruised up and sometimes mangled were paying off spectacularly. “This is a realm that exists between realms, a place where only those with either the divine or a cursed blood can walk,” he explained, his voice told me that there was more to it and I urged him to continue.

Master Yung didn't say anything; he kept quiet, observing what was going to happen next. The ground floor began to shake, and I struggled to regain my balance. I held onto Master Yung for support. Looking at Beelzebub with fear in my eyes, one minute I had courage, and the next minute Beelzebub reminded me of who he truly is, and I became terrified again. Demons started emerging from the ground, as if they were growing out from it. "Run as fast as you can, Destiny. I will take care of this," Master Yung said, removing his sword and preparing for a fight.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.