Demonic Tail Novels & Stories

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

The eerie silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before someone nervously spoke up. "I've seen something like this in a book. If I'm not mistaken, this is a dark magic from Jordale called the Flying Head Demon. It's incredibly evil. It requires the blood of a living being to fuel it. Once perfected, it can make the head fly, crawl on walls, and kill without leaving a trace."

As they looked down, there was a gaping hole where their heart should have been. “My, my. So the mighty demon has fallen.” A voluptuous woman could be seen licking her lips. In her heart was a still beating heart. She had long beautiful black hair. Bloody lips and hands aside, the more notable feature was a pair of vulpine ears on her head. She also had nine prominent tails. “To think that there was someone out there who could kill one of us. Ammy would be very interested in this~”

Asmodeus grimaced, cupping his cheeks in both hands and handing Evelyn her tail, which was tied in a dead knot. Evelyn stared at Asmodeus's tail for a moment, like she was looking at a tangled mess of headphone cords she'd just ripped out of her book bag; she had the most patience for that sort of thing. She first carefully touched Asmodeus' tail, which was longer and a bit thicker than Sagon's, with the same pointed triangle at the end. Unlike the demon's extraordinarily hard body, the tail was instead very soft and flexible, and the surface was smooth, cool and soft to the touch, and with a little bit of force one could feel the elastic flesh of the tail.

She glanced around her and her heart almost stopped, ‘Do not touch her’ The Demon’s voice made her curl into a ball in terror, it was huge, over eight feet tall, with black scaly skin, a dangerous whipping tail, sharp black claws, and its massive head seemed full of razor-sharp teeth. Its red eyes scorched the room as it reached for the man behind her, he screamed in terror as its claws ripped into him. Picking him up with ease the Demon tore off his head and spat it to the floor in front of the other two men, ‘Please, please, we didn’t touch her, please’

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

or a demon. He was lethal, dangerous, and powerful. Stunningly otherworldly. A huge, silver, smooth, shimmering tail protruded from his back, the tips arching at least three feet above him and the bottoms brushing the floor. It was so magical that it gleamed with a golden sheen, like the nine-tailed fox she had seen in Chinese movies. In fact, it was even more amazing seeing it personally. She wanted to reach out and touch him, to stroke her hands down the huge, sleek-looking furs.

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.”

Well, maybe at their funeral. Hey, stop with the pale face! This is all pure theory. Oh, and the third thing, chances are, our god-fearing thrall would suffer a stroke if I were to appear inside the holy walls of a temple. After all, "ungodly vermin are to suffer in the eternal darkness until the end of time..." Yep, that's from his speeches. Oh well. If I got angry with each fool who crossed my path, I'd tire my tail out. Which tail? My tail-a long, pretty, scaly tail, with a scorpion's stinger at the end. One sting, and you have a date with the Bright Saint, telling him all about my wickedness. One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water.