Demonic Sentence Novels & Stories

My heart hammered against my chest, but the song it sang wasn’t just terror. What was wrong with me? “Dad,” the demon said slowly. “Your sire?” Sire. What the hell was a sire? Wait, I’d heard that word before from some medieval show I watched last spring. “Y-Yes,” I choked out. His crimson eyes narrowed, flickering with a thought I couldn’t read. Whatever it was, he didn’t say it aloud. Did demons even think the way we did? Did their minds work the same as ours? Softly, he purred, “Let me in.”

I raise my hand once more, signaling for silence as I lock eyes with each demon in the room. “We shall not cower in the face of this threat. We shall meet it head-on, with blades bared and hearts unyielding,” I continue, my words resonating with conviction. “Together, we are unstoppable. Together, we are invincible. Let our enemies tremble at the mere mention of our name, for we are the true rulers of hell!” As the applause and cheers echo off the stone walls of the throne room, I feel a surge of pride and determination course through my veins. The bond between myself and my demonic warriors is unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with.

With a deep breath, I released a surge of demonic energy to cremate her, a ritualistic farewell to the fallen. The moment the demonic energy surged, an immense pressure gripped me from within. Pain coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain the scream that tore from my throat. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I grappled with the overwhelming force. Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control.

Aesop shouted at one sexy and seductive female demon, “Sing your spectral song. The brass bell in this brat’s hand is very good and it can shock people’s hearts.” “Ah, ah, ah—!” The obedient sexy female demon started singing at once. ‘God d*mn it!’ Alex had never heard such an unpleasant sound. It was like two wire saws pulling on each other. It agitated the listeners and made them want to curse while stomping their feet. Not only the humans like the few of them felt so, those demons could not stand it either. Several big demons held their heads. “Listening to this sound gives me a headache! This must be the most unpleasant sound in the world.”

Adom orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies. "I know why you are here," the elderly looking Demon informs the younger looking one as he stands. The only way the other demon could be so elderly could be due to use of dark magic or arrogant spells gone wrong. It doesn't matter how or why the man looks the way he does. It won't stop Adom.

She licked his ear. “I don’t understand,” said Salem, exhaling between his words. “You know you will die if I claim you, yet you seek me out?” “We live to give power to the strongest,” moaned the Sister to his right. “To you, my Visceral Demon . . . ” “I did not expect her to die. And the changes to this place . . . quite severe.” Salem looked around at the thorns on the walls. “All from just one. Just the first . . . ”

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

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?