Demonic Joker Novels & Stories

"Don't act like a brat." I folded my arms in annoyance. "I enjoy being a brat for them." I hissed. Theo ducked behind Dane to cough a laugh. "I didn't need to know that." The unicorn shook behind me. He rose his head at my mates. "Jordon is smarter than you give him credit for." Dane scowled. "He'll be dead soon enough." The unicorn stomped a hoof and a crack of lightning struck, silencing Dane. "He knew where to find me." He said in a low voice, angry and stern. "He has made deals with demons."

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

They hurriedly through the store till the front door. “Freeze…” Policemen point their guns towards them. Their headlights shining towards them. Jeremy raises his hand up, letting the gun drop to the ground. “Damn it!” he curses. It’s been five weeks since Jeremy and Laurel went on their final heist together. They have not set eyes on each other ever since. Laurel is kept waiting in a holding cell and the smell of her own urine has suddenly become an acquaintance of hers. The bar rods separating her from other cells are way too familiar and the loneliness has gradually eroded some part of her sanity. No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

“You think I’d like to be associated with such a nasty demon?” “Nasty demon?” Cloud demons hated being cursed, because they believed they were perfect. “You may look good on the outside but you're still a demon.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “A gruesomely disgusting demon feasting off souls just to maintain her fake looks!” I spat. Angered, she rushed to me, aiming the knife at my tattoo but I held her in place with my powers. The blade cut through my palm, dropping blood to the floor and the pain made me fling her across the room.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

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.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.