Demonic Tail Novels & Stories

Feel my wrath you human scum Paimon is vexed by Elijah’s antics and immediately sets off to punishing him, putting his palm down he summons a hellish beast with three heads and nine tails, it looked like a dog but much more ferocious and deadly with black fur and red irises the beast towered over Elijah at a whooping ten meters, it’s roar sent massive shock waves from where they stood to the church, disrupting the battle taking place in front of the church building PAIMON : Hell summons : Cerberus… Now I’ll show you the real power of an archdemon ELIJAH : This is gonna end badly if we keep on fighting here, I need to take this fight elsewhere now ( muttering to himself) PAIMON : Come at me b

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Salgos let out a breathy moan. "Don't do that Grace, it's different for me, I'm a lower demon and my tail stimulates my master," he whispered into my ear. I grinned and eyed Salgos as I ran circles on it. Salgos arched his back and howled. Demons were so easy to control with just a couple fingers. "Sorry Salgos," I chuckled as his heated eyes fell on me. "No Grace, please continue, it's been ages since I," he stopped and moaned loudly as I continued to rub Samson's tail tip between my fingers. Samson was laughing at his master in the throes of passion.

I motioned with my hand to stay back, as I also slipped my weapon into the small of my back, as I could tell that these creatures were dangerous. They were beautiful demons, even if they did have wings that looked like red stained leather, and a forked tail at the ends of their voluptuous bodies. The color took me back to color like Brittany's light brown color but more of a light mocha shade, along with some black spots that marked their bodies. Symbolism of how many men they took. I could plainly see that they were wrapped up in a leather outfit from head to toe, one red. One black.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

He breathed fire and dark smoke from his flared nostrils as his subjects hailed him. "All hail the ruler of hell! All hail Sathanas!" The more they hailed, the more rocks with fire at the tail kept falling and screams could be heard. It was ear-piercing and terrifying to be witnessed. "Oh help us!" Alex could hear a close by husky voice beckoning to him. He looked to his right and saw a skeleton-looking being stretching its withered hand towards him for help.

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

POV: Eriol I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities. I am on a high. Definitely on a high. You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be: PSYCHEDELIC. Yes. That's exactly the right word.

That didn’t deter me because all I could think was keeping them away from Talia till she gets on the other side of the portal. As I murmured a silent chant in the air, a sharp metallic dagger appeared in my hand. I sliced the wind through the dagger, admiring the sharp silver blade winking at me. The dagger was sort of my gift for a job well done, something I got right after fighting the previous King of the throne. It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy.