Demons Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons, warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

I thought the demonic arts are quite hard to acquire. Kiri: That was only the basics. And not to mention the teacher was being nice. The truth about demonic arts is not as simple as that. -meanwhile at the council of demons all 6 demon lords are summoned and were discussing a certain topic- Lord Ira: That day the supreme Orb showed seven colors out of which one was the color of the lost familia. Lord Inveja: Not to mention the color of Greed, Pride, Wrath and Lust Lord Pregucia: It's incredible that a mere human possesses so many colors but that's not what we are here today right?

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Emmie smirked a bit, eyeing him up and down for a moment, wordlessly reminding Ramsay that she was close to him. “That’s not what I meant,” he rolled his eyes with an amused smirk. “You can get as close to me as you want, I don’t mind.” “Idiot.” Face back to serious, his eyes got worried really quick. “Just promise me to stay away from the Demons. They’re hardcore. And they do stuff you and probably no one else on the Northside is even aware of.” “Like what?” she asked. “Can’t tell you. But they take advantage of women. So, please. Stay away.”

he notes. I stare at his back as he turns away. "Why not?" "Because who in their right mind wants Demon's eradicated? Only fools who know nothing about them," he mumbles. He shrugs his jacket off, discarding it on a nearby seat. It reveals his toned arms and single, deep red tattoo on his right bicep. I blink. "You just-" "A band of Angel-bloods stand no chance against a single Demon. Most are ancient, or have been trained since birth, as Demon's tend to stick to their own clans. An untrained one's power alone rivals the most powerful Angel-blood," he explains.

His long tongue licked up the side of my neck and cheek. "You know us demons enjoy much more than mere humans, Mortas. I can pleasure you in ways you're not familiar with," he cooed and I rolled my eyes. Did no one know that Dane and Samson had been demons and one my lover. I chuckled and said,"I highly doubt that." His hand cupped my still soft member and I scowled at him.

“The painting at Empire that I do stare at, it's a man fighting a dragon with a girl covered in blood watching them. Who made that painting?” “I have no idea who did. Everything was all a fantasy, everything isn't real.” “Well, I was the girl in the painting, and Hayden was the one fighting the dragon and it's not even a dragon, it's a monster.” “What? You? Hayden?” “Yes, somehow we have always been meant to be. He has always loved me since I was a baby and I grew up loving him too, we were both different from everyone in the city because they were all vampires and we have different powers, no one knew about my own, only my mother and Hayden did. Everyone knew Hayden was a demon so everyone