Demonic Jacket Novels & Stories

They were twin pits of swirling, molten red that seemed to swallow the firelight. "WHO DARED TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN?"The voice wasn't Remiel’s. It was a demonic roar that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones, sounding like a thousand screams layered into one. The air grew ice-cold, and the shadows around the square began to rise like living things. The demon had claimed its vessel, and this time, it was hungry. The massacre began with a sound like a gale force wind trapped in a narrow canyon. As the guards charged, their boots barely left the ground before an invisible wall of force slammed into them, tossing their armored bodies aside like autumn leaves.

I turned towards the source of the sound to see a pale skinned middle aged man with delicate feathers. He had long jade black hair, piercing hazel eye, and a devilishly charming face. He wore a white priestly robe, and a rosery rested peacefully across his slender neck. His weapon was a gigantic cross-like hammer ikwhich had inscriptions on it. His aesthetics was that of a Christian priest. One could easily tell he must have been a priest in his previous life. I chuckled inwardly at my own stupidity. Like a priest would be caught dead in hell with demons like the rest of us.

"What happened?" He took a deep breath. "He's grown up and become an Alpha of the pack. He's free from resentment and sadness. Now, he seeks revenge. He became heartless and mercilessly killing the innocent and defenseless Wolves. His demonic wolf has grown now and very powerful, pushing him to conquer different packs. The more worrying now is with each new enemy he encounters, his death become even closer. Once he died, the process will be finalized, and he will return as a Demon Alpha God to unleash widespread destruction."

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

But his shock gave way to a wan of smile which was more sinister and dangerous than the shock. He spread his hands and his long black villainous jacket began to form a crevice and rip apart. His body cracked and sinews moved. His fingernails narrowed into saber claws. They were large, hairy, and dangerously clawed hands of a beast. He bent like an animal and headed into the woods. ‘A werewolf?’ Jesse asked, wide-mouthed. ‘ But it is almost dawn?’ ‘ Don’t be so dumb’ Jake snarled ‘ he is a demon. Alvaro is very lucky that he did not, as he normally did on several occasions, come here alone. Take care of Alvaro while I take care of him!’

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

But sexy demonic, like you’re not sure if he’s there to bring you pleasure or pain. Derrick on the other hand is a very cliché sexy devil, but fashionable as always. He’s decked out in a bright red leather suit jacket with matching pants, a sheer white shirt and a black leather tie. He’s given himself a little more height today by wearing black leather chunky 3” heel ankle boots, and of course, the look wouldn’t be complete without his mask. They’ve really gone for the devil and his demon slave look tonight, so Derrick’s mask is a distressed red leather mask that covers the top of his face with two very large red horns pointing to the ceiling. I think they look amazing and put most of the pe

"You need to stop his fire in the first place; otherwise, if you do not, he can kill others." "Leave him to me—I will handle him!" I folded my sleeves and looked at Jacob—he was not concerned for me but confident about my skills. The Demon was almost 10 feet tall, and the tail was very dark and wide. The scales have a dark, shiny substance; maybe that's the poison on his skin. He nodded his head, and I blinked my eyes twice while stepping in front of the witches. The witches sighed while breaking the protection shield, of course—I am here in front of everyone to protect them.

Luckily, I shielded myself as smoke blocked my view, but I felt an evil aura. A demon. He is not just an ordinary demon; I can feel his energy and rank. He's one of Demir's underlings, like Hestia. I heard a growl coming from Dominic as a dark silhouette appeared in the smoke. "Sorry about that," a man looked around his fifty's steps out of the smoke. He had on a black trench coat and a fedora hat. He looks like those black-and-white detectives you see on tv. "I knocked, but nobody answered. Oh, it seemed I was interrupting something."