Demonic Hair Novels & Stories

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

Holy- My chaotic thoughts scattered as Damien stepped inside, wearing nothing but low-slung trousers that hung dangerously at his V-line, teasing a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His torso, carved to sinful perfection, glistened faintly in the dim light, and his disheveled hair made him look every bit like the devil incarnate. I fought to keep my gaze on his face-a face just as destructive as the rest of him-and not let it wander further. Fucking Lucifer's descendant.

I looked toward it and shrieked. "Now I'm going to look like an old lady!" I said. Deamian chuckled, "My mom's hair was white and she didn't look old at all." I still frowned. "can't I colour it" White hair! No ways. I mean yes, I was supposedly the next moon goddess, but white hair? Nope. Just before he was about to say something, a rustle sounded from the bushes. We weren't alone. "So, I leave you two in the same house for a night and this is what happens?" Deamian's dad said.

His eyes were as red as blood and he kept gritting his teeth in the small room where Asmodeus kept chanting some words. Asmodeus was wearing a long black cloak with black gloves, her hair packed in a black hat. Her face was covered in black makeup. Black eyeliner, black lip gloss, and she even dyed her hair. "Skorios! Beasta nami'an seriosa kelith a krahgh. Tellimenta kathri grugriensos guthrie sos manio pellebrato, alolan akolab bingisosa. Oh ye spirit of power. Oh ye spirit of might. Oh ye spirit of strength. Behold your host and make it your abode. Take him in as your own and forsake him not. Thou doth hold a lot captive. Souls, spirit, powers and all. Shall this be made difficult?" She k

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

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.

Zero: ＼( ･_･) But it couldn’t be helped, in the heavenly beauty stereotypes they were three main types: The angelic beauty, the demonic one, and finally the fallen angelic ones/ demonic yet angelic beauties and that right now was what Dina beheld. Light purplish hair which flowed down like a streaming spring, upturned almond eyes with the prettiest ocean blues that pierced a fierce light into any eyes that dared strayed to it. Glossy, thin-looking pink lips arching into a permanent poker line. An oval face with an edgy-looking chin, a slender, pointed nose perfect in proportions just like his body, thin yet full eyebrows, slightly dark-purplish eyelashes that trembled at each motion of his e

My hair dipped in something sludgy on the ground, probably leftovers of some demon killed during the battle. I tried to shake away whatever the crap in my hair was. When I touched my braids, I realised it was figments of exploded intestines of lord-knows-what demon mixed with black dust and mud of Konneyard. I have dropped my mate to the ground at the same instance with a shriek. His numb body fell with a loud thud and I started swatting the gore off my hair frantically while crying and screaming.

With a heart-wrenching scream, the purplish-red light in the void suddenly expanded and shook off all the golden-purple ‘Path’ characters. A brand-new supreme Demonic Body replaced the soul consciousness and the Demonic Spirit, revealing a mysterious and powerful, terrifying power emanating with vast evil. He had crimson hair, swaying without wind, dressed in a black and red python robe, with a blood-red flowing cloak draped behind him. He held a demonic spear that radiated daunting demonic energy. Thick purplish-red demonic clouds rolled above his head, and sixteen rapidly rotating skulls beneath his feet. It was like the arrival of a grim reaper, causing the world to change color.