Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

“When Stella is relaxed, you can shift and heal. I put a rare binding necklace on you. It’s on you for your life and will only come off when you die. The necklace will look more like a tattoo once it heals. It works in a combination of ways. It stops your demon wolf from having full control of your actions without your consent and helps you both to understand each other better and get along.” “This is not a fix. She will fight you on it. Expect a lot of protesting. Demon wolves can be stubborn. She can still obtain some control but not to the extent she did before.” “Here, drink this.” He hands me a potion. “I feel the pain fade to the background.” He pulls me up and brings me in front of th

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

Maya said. “An army? To go to the abyss?” Cassandra raised a surprised eyebrow. “We don’t know for sure where she took him. So—a strong werewolf, a witch, and a demon are a good start for the search,” Maya replied. Jackie cackled. “Maya, I know we haven’t always been on the best terms, but calling me a demon is overboard.” Maya huffed. “I didn’t call you a demon. Darius is half demon, and he can be very useful.”

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.

Deep breaths Verena, deep breaths. He was the only guy here who wasn't wearing a suit, he wore a black leather jacket with a white V-neck shirt underneath which showed off his muscular build perfectly. His hair was slicked back a little untidily with a few rebellious strands falling loose. He had a light stubble around his jaw which made his already sharp jawline seem impossibly sharper. Even in his casual demeanor he was by far the most good-looking guy in the room. I noticed a few other girls eyeing him appreciatively and I felt a pang annoyance but it disappeared as soon as our eyes met again.

Chapter 6 - Delirium Damon "You sure you can handle all attention on me tonight?" I teased Lir as I took one last look in the mirror. I wore a black jacket with golden swirl embellishments on it. The tail of the jacket reached the back of my thighs. I left it open, revealing my tucked-in white shirt, tie, and black breeches. I also wore black dress shoes. Lir scoffed in response.

Jess was standing in front of a section I hadn’t noticed before, the erotic costumes section. Hanging on black velvet hangers were schoolgirl, nurse, police officer, nun (pure blasphemy, that one), and… “No.” I said before she even opened her mouth. “YES.” Jess was holding a hanger with a costume that made me blush instantly. “A little devil costume. Look at this. It’s perfect.” “It’s not perfect. It’s…” “Ironic?” Jess raised an eyebrow, her eyes shining with mischief. “You date a guy who dresses in black, has eyes that seem to glow in the dark and a presence that screams ‘domination’. Saying he has demonic energy isn’t offensive, it’s stating the obvious.”

Kill me". She hit with the butt of her gun. He passed out. She stood up, frustrated. She'd quit being a police officer so she could do this. The car's back door opened. A man came from the car. He was dressed rich and expensive. Before she could point her gun at him, he'd crossed the distance between her and knocked the gun out of her hands. "You're a Demon", she gasped. "I'm Dichi. And I'm the owner of this City". "But you're going to answer to me. Even Lucifer will answer to me". Her confidence was something else. He laughed. "You're a mere human". "There's nothing mere about being a human. If you bleed, then you're kill able". "I think we can work out something. I don't care about happens

Said Jean Bloodmond. At that moment, Jacob's dislocated shoulder and the crack sound of it seemed nothing compared to the growls which formed within him. I knew Jacob was not going to go down without a fight. Jean and I watched Jacob trying to get into his demonic skin. His most powerful form he had only ever used against Jean, his equal opponent. Otherwise, there was no need for him to summon the dark clouds around him and his skin turning all hues of black, red and maroon. He looked hideous in this form, his wings had grown out and gave him a splendid aura which shook even me in the knees out of fear! But Jean Bloodmond stood tall and unfazed.

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th