Demonic Oc Novels & Stories

"Owen, are there any good demons?" "I can't say that there are demons who are good. But, I have met a demon who looks like a human. A young man who I feel is very physically perfect. His hair is black, his eyes are bluish green, his body is tall and well-built. Different like the image of the devil I ever heard as a creature with a frightening face and very horrible," "Where did you meet a demon like that?"

He drawled, and I bet he thinned those evil eyes at me because my skin started crawling uncomfortably underneath his watchful gaze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. “I needed some air.” I raised my glass to my lips, hiding the threatening tick of a muscle on my jaw before turning to my left and facing him. Black eyes stared back at me intently. Even underneath the night sky and lights, I could see the evil swirling just beneath his black orbs. The obsidian that coated his whites made him the true incarnation of evil. Not even a tinge of warmth whatsoever. And they say I was evil. If there was a fusion of both angels and demons, Damir would 70% be a demon and 30 an angel. I

She whispered softly to her palm and immediately Twinie appeared before them. " Hmphh, I see you're making deals with the devil, sadly, your demon is still an amateur, girls," she looked at them and they brought their palms out and said together. "Dolly.." within a blink of an eye their demons were standing beside them. Octavia's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her throat. 'You gave us the same powers, why?' she questioned the devil in her head. "Poor princess, must have been on the moon already and then we broke you, again, you must be really strong by not shedding a tear, I admire you." Danica said, sarcasm hovering allover her comment.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

) Josephine: Okay students now that you have all settled down let us start. I have placed you in groups because we will be learning demonic arts based on your colors. Even though your colors may vary . Demonic arts follow one fundamental rule. INCANTATIONS. To cast an incantation you must have the minimum required spiritual strength . In other words you must at least be able to crack a low orb. Then the specific spell depending on your colors and spiritual control to cast your spell. Some spells cannot be cast by certain demons because of the difference in your colors. That is the basis of the demonic arts.

“This is a demonstration.” “Of what?” “That your structure has ghosts in its bones.” Silence stretched, tight, meaningful. Internal compromise. Not total, but real. Dominic accepted that fact instantly. No denial phase. No emotional recoil. “Scope,” he said. Vale nodded approvingly. “Good question. Limited ghost-key. Single building. Single window.” “How long?” I asked. “Eight minutes.” I laughed softly. “That’s generous.” “I’m a generous adversary.” “No,” Dominic said. “You’re a theatrical one.”

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.

The only thing that differed was our perception of Jasmine's link to the Dark. For the Pictorians, the Dark was a thin ring of dark smoke around their bodies. The smokey ring around their bodies was a symbol of the magic that aids their wolves. For a typical Pictorian wolf, the smoke is grey. Rukky told me that Stasia's minions would have darker clouds.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

I don’t think he actually cares much about Oliver’s political ideology. If only the three here knew the hipocracy of Oliver wanting all Demon’s eradicated when he is married to one. I would laugh, if I hadn’t lost that ability years ago. "I'm afraid we are going to need more money for more men. These Demon's are extremely powerful. In fact, I believe we will need Angel-bloods..." Daxen frowns. "I don't think that would work." I glance at Kastriv. He take a long drink from his glass, watching Oliver with painful scrutiny. What is he thinking?