Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

Creatures will begin to undermine the power of the Qusayr – A name given to the Storms. "She probably just killed an ally. We've all done it," the demon smirks, "besides she's crazy fucking hot, who'd deny getting on their knees for that. I mean, I wouldn't mind…" Jax releases a growl, promising and deadly and I don't bother to hide my smirk. He has guts. I'll give him that.

Wait, is that Beelzebub? I imagined him as a fat-ass demon with a hideous appearance. He just looks fine… and handsome. He has this long dark blue hair, swaying as he walk. He is wearing dark leather pants and an unbuttoned sleeveless leather jacket, showing off his toned muscles in the abdomen. He has this two pointed silver-white horns on his forehead. Well, maybe it's his false form— just like Asmodeus who deceived us with his oozing sexual appeal.

The Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman added, "Right now, in the inner grounds of the Mountain Range of the Fallen Rocks, a demon has shown up!" A demon? The Rank 9 Mad Ox and the other high-ranked Mad Ox were flabbergasted. 'What's a demon?' Subsequently, the Rank 9 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman told them everything that had occurred in Sky Hawk Base City and in the Underworld Stream. The Rank 9 Mad Ox, as well as the other high-ranked Mad Ox beings, were shocked to learn about it. Lucas the Demon! The Apocalyptic Legion! 'A man with the Dragon Slaying Saber and the Sky Tower, two of the Ten Legendary Weapons.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

he notes. I stare at his back as he turns away. "Why not?" "Because who in their right mind wants Demon's eradicated? Only fools who know nothing about them," he mumbles. He shrugs his jacket off, discarding it on a nearby seat. It reveals his toned arms and single, deep red tattoo on his right bicep. I blink. "You just-" "A band of Angel-bloods stand no chance against a single Demon. Most are ancient, or have been trained since birth, as Demon's tend to stick to their own clans. An untrained one's power alone rivals the most powerful Angel-blood," he explains.

He was chained to the ground and the moment Kira and Damien walked in, he raised his head up to look at them. Damien brows rose in surprise as he had expected the creatures cursed by the sun to look more like actual monsters. The man chained to the group looked like an ordinary man except the fact that he had really pale skin. On the side of his mouth, he had blood stans which proved he definitely wasn't an ordinary man. "You mean this is how the creatures cursed by the sun looks like?" Damien asked, hint of surprise laced on his tone as he scrutinized him.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

The guards who I sent the message came so fast that I thought he ran to the demon alpha. "Come with me ma'am" he said. ********* Damion I couldn't sleep, I've become so aggrieved and everyday I couldn't stop planning how I would bring the down the demon alpha. It's not only about Jessy and about my father that he killed but it's all about restoring the glory and dignity of our pack. Because of what happened to me I became a mockery. All the packs around heard of it and I was tagged a dummy. I was so angry that if I hadn't had to discipline myself I would have called for war. I wasn't even so angry at any of them because it's not their fault but the fault of the one who humilated me. I've bec

"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.