Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

I exclaimed which made him relax and merely take the hoodie out of my hands. "Holding her hoodie like that will damage it," he said calmly which diverted my attention. He saw my expression and explained. "This was Arthur's -Dominic's stepbrother's- hoodie. Dominic usually wore it during her fights and prizes it but...she left it here with her jacket." He then looked towards a hanger where her jacket was placed. The initials gleaming back at us. I recognized both of these things because it was what she was wearing when I first saw her as the Mysterious Demon. "I gave her t-that jacket" Xavier's voice cracked which made me turn to him, but his expression remained hard.

Jinx was doing his best not to freak out, mostly so Lexi wouldn't freak out. He wasn't an expert at demon physiology - that would be much more Hades's territory - but the Orangelo knew enough to be able to tell Lexi was becoming ill. He used the scarf that sometimes served as a secondary wrap for his cursed Tarot deck to blot the sweat from Lexi's face. It wasn't easy but he coaxed the demon to keep his feline glamour going so any demonic assassins might be fooled. Not that Jinx even knew that would work, but Lexi didn’t argue with his logic, so maybe it was sound.

She said laughing, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to pull up my hoodie and hide, I'm an awkward fuck wad and a shy one at that. "Just dress please," I said and after a couple of minutes, she tapped our shoulder, fully clothed, and signaled for us to follow her. Jack pulled off his jacket and set it on his bike before following us, a signal that he was gonna shift during this fight. We stopped at a vantage point above the camp and Alex stopped and started talking about a plan, but while she was talking I saw a demon being dragged into the biggest tent of them all, and, what I could only assume was the leader, following after him without any pants or shirt, that did it. I point

He looked like the physical incarnation of a nightmare. His bespoke suit jacket was gone. His white dress shirt was completely soaked in dark, wet crimson blood—and none of it belonged to him. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing thick, corded muscles that were taut with adrenaline. His chest heaved. But it was his face that paralyzed the entire room. His pitch-black eyes were entirely blown out, burning with a demonic, merciless hellfire. He was a force of nature, a hurricane of violence that had touched down in the middle of a Hamptons estate solely to reclaim what was his.

Holding up her palms, Juliette held me there, not attempting to pull me apart any further, but keeping me locked into the pain. Ethan howled with rage and the demons took a step forward, closing in on him as he raised his hands and picked off the closest one – clearly the bravest and most foolish of them all. The demon – a tall, stocky guy with tanned skin and a shaven head - had advanced with a smug grin, only to find himself thrown up into the air like he was someone half his size and catapulted across the room, where he hit the wall with a sickening thud and crack of bone.

"I would love to kill you. I want to hear your bones crunch like your troops did when I killed them during the rebellion." Jace jumped onto the banister and made it his pedestal. He threw his body towards the demon. The power from the jump knocked the devil backward. The demon staggered. Jace kicked him in the back. He recreated the weapon from the black mist spewing from the runes on his body and thrust it right between the demon's shoulder blades. Black blood splashed. While groaning, the demon tried to rebel and got up again. He dodged and backed up against the wall. The demon threw Jace to the floor.

This should not be happening. "What's the matter, Warrior? Did my little scratch hurt?" the demon cackled, his voice like breaking glass. "Not as safe as you thought you were, eh?" The demon laughed some more, pleased with his ambush. Rhychard glared at the creature, the demon's arms waving in every direction as his eight-foot frame continued to prance around the parking lot. Vargas attempted to look human, a weakness of his, which Rhychard never understood. The demon wore a black shirt, which covered his long arms and slender chest, and black pants that seemed like something from a fantasy novel. Vargas couldn't stuff his talons into his shoes any more than a bird could, and the curved nail

Jared said in a deep eerie voice that reeked malicious intent as saliva dripped from his mouth. The demon was unlike anything they had ever seen or faced before. It towered over them, with skin that was as black as coal and eyes that glowed a demonic red. It wielded a massive claw that looked as if it could cleave them in two with a single blow. Still, Leon showed no fear as he leaped and shifted into his Lycan form

The heavy oak door slammed against the wall, and a blast of freezing sleet swept into the hallway. Damian Cross stood in the doorway. He didn't look like a hero who had ridden through the rain to save her. He didn't look like a savior. He looked like a demon who had risen out of the black, icy water of the lake itself. He was soaked to the bone. His black trench coat was heavy with water, dripping onto the dusty rug in a steady, rhythmic thud-thud-thud. His hair, usually so perfectly styled, was slicked back from his forehead, making his features look sharper, more severe.

Then, a charming woman in a red dress appeared. A powerhouse in the crowd exclaimed, “It’s the Dark Heavenly Path! The demon is here!” The man who shouted was immediately grabbed after a purple-pink light flashed.l By the time everyone reacted, Lady Jacinth had already caught the man. “I hate it when people call me demon.” Lady Jacinth grabbed the man’s head and sucked his Genesis. The powerhouses held their breaths as they listened to the man’s hysterical cries. Their faces turned pale in fear, and the area fell silent.