Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

There was a pause, and Damien huffed, cutting Father off before he could speak any further. “Is this some kind of joke, Sire? How could you, the powerful Demon Lord, suddenly die in a short period just by poison? Sounds like bullshit to me!” “Be quiet, Damien!” Lucerne ordered and Father coughed again, he seemed unable to move at this moment. “My son,” he called as his eyes rolled to Damien, “When you travel around, you would understand that witches are not the kind to mess with.” I turned to Father, he said witches?

Shen Yi sat in the study chair do not know how long, Meng ran between the books on the table all swept to the ground, cold humming way: "Don't know the good or evil. " As he spoke, he took off his shirt and trousers and changed into a bright burgundy suit. "Naturally, the color is bright, " he said. "It's black and it's ugly. " Dressed in the mirror looked at a long time, the heart of the gas is quiet. Re-sit on the chair, found things on the ground, the heart again not happy up, cold hum a few, lift a leg to go out. Su Foam is resting, just listen to the crash when a, she teng of a sitting up from the SOFA. A See Shen Yi Anger Chong stand at the door staring at her, Su Mo in the mind Deng f

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

"What option do we have? We've been working together so it's expected that we put our heads together." "I hope it remains that way." "Not for long," Damien said and took a seat before her. "Have you read the letter?" Athena nodded. She wasn't going to tell him the full details. "I did. The Lycan Confederate ran inconclusive tests so a sorcerer was employed to know what exactly we're up against. The cave of desolation was open and these demons killed some people and possessed their bodies. They're going to cause more havoc if they're not returned back."

There was no hint of recognition in his fiery eyes as he glared at us, only mindless rage. But of course, he didn't recognise us. He was no different from a mindless animal in this state, driven purely by instinct and fury. Dante belonged to a species of demons whose anger fuelled their strength. The angrier they got, the stronger they became, and of course, they just happened to have very short fuses to complete the whole package. A deadly combination.

His cock leaked steadily onto the white linen, soaking through the embroidery. “Please… breed me… fill me… on the altar… make me yours… fuck the prayers out of me… please fuck my ass…” The demon roared, primal, victorious and slammed home with punishing force. His tail wrapped around Damien’s cock, stroking in time with the thrusts. The ridges battered Damien’s prostate relentlessly, milking it, forcing pre-cum to spurt in rhythmic jets that darkened the altar cloth. Damien’s chant dissolved into Latin gibberish, backwards fragments mixed with pleas and moans.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

I smirked down at him and he grinning at me. "My nickname is 'Demonic' isn't it? Shouldn't that answer your question?" "And do you, a demon, feel like they do? Can you love?" I took out a cig, and lit it up, putting it in my mouth while thinking of my answer. "Demons don't love." --- The day after was a good one. Jerome stood on top of one of the tables at lunch with a bunch of flowers at hand. He cleared his throat and started speaking as if he had a whole speech memorized.

Lucas activated his Immemorial Demonic Script, and the entire underground palace was filled with demonic aura. Demonic clouds that made one’s scalp tingle appeared as well. Humans had human aura, while Dark Race beings had evil aura. As for Lucas, he had demonic aura! After Lucas activated the third level of his Immemorial Demonic Script, the Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen began to tremble in fear from the 'demonic' pressure. The intense pressure was suffocating them.