Demonic Tail Novels & Stories

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.

Damon, the demon king, was a man whose appearance was enough to send chills of horror through every werewolf being, but I had finally learnt to overcome that fear and could stand in front of him without shaking like one who had been electrocuted. Damon has his eyes filled with dark fog, deadly serpents crawling around his body, going in and out. The muscles he possessed gave the impression that he could be a rock, as they throbbed and tugged at regular intervals.Those two horns on his head and the one on his forehead are something that makes him look exactly like the devil. He also has a tail that has a sharp edge, which could sting one to death. I was very wise to come to him for help in ge

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

She muttered before taking a step even further than before. That was when she saw it…. A guy something like in his early twenties, coughing out blood…. She could see the two black horns that were attached in his head, and his fingers and feet nails were all black. Darla didn't fail to see the colour of his eyes that was Golden, and mixed with silver, making it look unique. "There's our chance, we can't let the Demon Lord escape this time around. He has been superior to us all for almost eternity, it's time to end his reign!".

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

He smiles when I say sir but it's a menacing smile that promises mischief in it's wake. "I'm Marcus, but you can keep calling me Sir," he tells me as his black eyes bore into my soul. I nod, not knowing how else to respond to that. As I'm about to leave to compose myself, a demon emerges from the bathroom. He is much shorter than Marcus and doesn't have wings. He has small black horns and a thin, whip like tail. I'm surprised to see he's also not wearing a shirt. "Who's this?" He asks as his tongue dips out his mouth to lick his lips as his eyes rake over my body.

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.