Demonic Samurai Novels & Stories

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

He kissed my hand, and I felt the shiver of the mate bond in that fragile touch. “You can control it?” I looked over at Samual, who for a second I had forgotten was even there. I shrugged. “It’s not control,” I said, “More neutralise. The books all said that the divine warrior appeases the demon bloods. I guess that is what is happening here.” Samuel watched me with wonder before turning to Drake. “Were you aware of this?” he asked, and Drake shook his head. He looked over at me and narrowed his eyes. “Although I might have known it if someone had visited the Order at least one of the many times that I had suggested it.”

corridor.She turned a corner and he spotted her. Dean Wason. He was standing in the middle of the corridor, a serene, near-bewilderment on his face. Not a big man like Dickson, but there was something that seemed to emanate sheer power from him. He wore a plain black suit, arms crossed behind his back.Running is futile, Sama Arthur," he answered, voice silky and calm, so much the opposite of the crazed bellowing of Dickson. "You should be aware of that by now. The harder you resist, the more you seal your own destiny. A wild beast must be domesticated, not destroyed.".Sama halted, her breast heaving. She could sense the emptiness closing in on her. He was ever in the lead. "I'm not an anima

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

“What’s plan B?” Finally making my way in front of him, I mockingly patted his shoulder. I watched as his form slowly loosen at my encouraging grin. “Plan B is for you-” Hands shapeshifting into claws, I dug them into the meat and bone of his shoulder, ripping off his arm with minimal effort. “-to get that stitched up before you bleed all over my freshly cleaned floor. Well this isn’t actually plan B, but this will help get you off my bad side if you listened to what I said.” I ignored his screams of pain, too busy staring at the blood that was dripping from my claws. I turned around, sucking the blood off as I made my way back to my chair. “Also, be a champ and tell the nearest servant that

He'd done this. The urge to turn demonic seized him. Gritting his teeth he fought down the instinct, his body shaking with the effort. His muscles bulged and his fangs elongated, aching to tear and bite through his enemy. He slammed his fist into a pillar, the stone crumbling under the force. He could not afford to turn demonic now. Even if doing so would increase his strength, it would also seal his fate. Berserkers were the strongest among the demon clans, known for their brutality and aggression. When fully demonic their strength increased tenfold, their demonic form perfectly evolved to strike fear. He despised it, a growling and vicious monster.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

"The alpha will reward anyone who knows a way they might defeat the demon's clan." "Really?" One of the men Interrupted. "I'll love to meet with the alpha and tells him I have a great plan in exchange for an inn which should be filled with so many naive, timid, and young virgins which I could trample, fuck and pound while they keep begging for my mercy until they are out of breath " "Dream in monkey!" The other man said, pushing the Amber glass within the grasp of his fingers against the first man who had spoken. "Stupid fantasy!"They hissed, cursed, and jeered at the other man.