Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

He was still partially dressed from the wedding ceremony, though he'd removed his formal jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. His face was unnaturally beautiful in the flickering candlelight, with sharp, aristocratic features that looked like they'd been carved by a master sculptor. When she'd first heard rumors about the demon king, she had expected someone disgusting and frightening to look at. But when she'd seen him in the throne room, and again during the wedding ceremony, she'd realized he was the pure definition of a devil with beauty - gorgeous enough to make angels weep, but with a soul blacker than the deepest pit of hell.

Instead, there were first aid tools. He picked up a small transparent bottle and approached me, and I swiped away the tear on my cheek. Even tho he wasn't having any dangerous tool with him, I still felt so scared as he came towards me. Everything about him was scary - his huge body, the dark aura around him, and his hard face. His face resembled a rugged cliff - extremely handsome but unyielding to softness. My entire life, I've never seen anyone as good looking as he was, he was the perfect definition of sin. But his stern and cruel nature was the very thing that scared me to the guts. For a man that stabbed me twice without batting a lid, I have to be extremely scared of him. He was a dem

Ban: What is the meaning of this? Lisa: I don't really know either. But this is where your story started. Before this I don't know who came and brought you here. Who are your real parents and according to the priest who was here. He found a piece of paper that has your name on it. But what was really weird was this. When your parents took you the priest gave you to them in a blanket. But when you were on that entrance. You were wrapped not in a blanket but a black overcoat and the paper was in one of the overcoat pockets. And there is only one demon who was really known for wearing a black overcoat. Ban: Lucifer Avereza.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

“Even if I make a deal with a demon, I won’t let them trample on me.” That night the wind carries and blows the hatred of Veta to the evil.

She was prepared to jump into the fire whenever Lilith wanted her to. Alexander used his extraordinary power, which he alone possessed. The demons holding him instantly charred into tar while Alexander's entire body erupted in flames. Jordina sped up while brandishing the knife. She had never engaged in combat with Satan, so she did not want to be late to use her move.

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

they asked in chorus. “Why are the women frozen and who was that woman speaking a minute ago?” a guy asked in puzzlement. “I’m here!” Demetria said in her visible form. She's wearing a black ensemble with a flowing black cape and a sinister mask covering her face. She looks like a demonic woman rising from hell. For dramatic effect, she added the illusion of flames burning brightly behind her back. The men stared at the scary apparition in front of them. Dementia spoke in a commanding voice. “Boys, listen up. I will burn this room down if you don’t start fighting each other. Whoever stays alive at the end of the game will be allowed to leave the room freely. I will start counting from 1 to 1

I wasn’t going to kiss anybody here or let anyone look inside my mouth, and the rest didn’t matter. The claws, however... For some reason, they were the second to transform. Gloves wouldn’t help. The only way was to keep myself in check every minute. I absolutely couldn’t blow up. Do half-demons have good self-control? Honestly, not really. But I was also a necromancer, and necromancers who wore their emotions on their sleeves didn’t live long. For us, calm and peace of mind were crucial. And I was calm, quiet as a grave. Which was the exact place where those who disturbed me would go. I might be patient, but I am also vindictive. I’d endure everything, but I would take my revenge, and it wo

The woman replied in a thoughtful tone her features hidden by the slight shadow cast on her face. Another man spoke up from his position leaning against the door of the room "What should we do now My Lady? What are your orders?" He asked. He was dressed in more conservative fashion, similar to those who tend to dress in to enter the temple. His outer robe were dark brown, and the inner grey robe was buttoned up to the top. He has a sword strapped to his side as well as a small bottle of wine hung be his waist. In his hands he held a wide rimmed hat, his posture shows that moments ago he was prepared to set off.