Demons Fanart Novels & Stories

She sipped water out of the glass cup she held. Alex stared at them speechless. How could they? "You don't quite believe I had gone down there to fight Sathanas, do you?" "At least, that's what is supposed to happen, right?" Chelsea asked Selena who raised a brow. "Sorry. I...that is what I saw." "Me too," Selena said and Alex frowned, furious. "Well, news flash, ladies. I didn't fight anyone, I saw the demons escaping to go outside. And do you know what they're gonna do?" He asked. "They're going to rip off every human one by one until there's no more on earth."

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

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His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

But Jay remained silent, his gaze fixed on the silhouette of the fortress. Kad did not push further. He felt like a hypocrite, urging his friend to battle demons he himself had long surrendered to. Jay sighed, nodding reluctantly. But in reality, he's long tired of fighting it, Artemis's blood was needed to seal off the demons back then, even though he knows what the precautions were he still went ahead to sacrifice her, hoping to join her soon but who would have thought that he will be going feral instead.

Warriors gathered close, desperate to escape. But then— FWOOOOSH. A violent gust of wind ripped across the field, nearly knocking people off their feet. Everyone froze. A shadow darkened the sky. Three demons—Jyra, Devyani, and Daksha—descended with wicked smirks. Their wings folded neatly behind them, their skin pale as moonlight, their eyes burning with fury and grief. Jyra sneered, "Trying to run? Too late." Devyani added coldly,

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

Satan growled to the person. “Hahaha, being a king for a long time, your tail has grown long, Satan. But you can’t be me. I have a lot of Demons and Devils equally powerful as you, but I prefer you most, you know what I mean,” the voice dominated Satan in his realm. Over his body, lots of snakes were crawling, as well as his tail was longer than Satan’s. He had three heads.

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o