Demons Mc Novels & Stories

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

She set the stream to private, invite-only—except for one guest whose IP she was now quietly tracing. The WREC room was ready. Dim crimson spotlights warmed the air. A single steel chair sat under a dripping leak in the ceiling—symbolic, raw, perfect. Chains hung like waiting mouths. On the floor, a masked submissive knelt obediently, silent and prepared. Domica entered without sound. Her heels kissed the concrete like silk daggers. Her cape whispered across the floor. She took center stage and paused—letting the tension bloom. “To my loyal pets,” she purred into the microphone, her breath soft thunder, “tonight, we return to the order of things.”

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

- She said. Their mothers were not saints. Then, at that time, a bloodied zombie entered that mansion, then bit off the neck of his mother's torso. There they were, sending their mothers' souls to hell, to follow their dreams, even if they trained in hell for that, when they were trained in hell by great demons. They have become one of the numerous attractions and careers of fighting tournaments featuring the greatest demons who fight for the entertainment of other demons. So, they would fight until the end of time, until they could face each other, even zombies, dead and now demons, in which they managed two draws before almost destroying each other, but this time, no one could kill anyone,

, he said. "Tell me about that demon", I asked with a straight face. "I think we can have breakfast together. Where is your mate?" he asked. Instead of answering his question, I went to pick a plate for my breakfast and he followed me. "Desert demons live in packs that contain a maximum of 6 or 7 members. They are more like a family. One male and the remaining females and children. They live a very long life, like more than 3 centuries. They live in the same pack till their death. Sometimes young ones leave the pack for a mate and build their small pack. Survival."

Lyla put on a puzzled look. Lora and the crowd stared at Lucas, looking forward to the latter’s reply. Lucas smiled and answered, "You guys know about Dark Race but know nothing about demons." Demons? Once again, Lucas’ words stunned the crowd. It was the first time they were hearing about a demon. They had no knowledge regarding it. "Senior, are you a demon?" Lyla appeared to be extremely curious about Lucas. "Maybe," said Lucas. His Immemorial Demonic Script had hit Level 3 after he defeated the Rank 7 Spirit Form and Kai Moore. Despite being a Rank 7 Evolved One, his abilities were on par with a Rank 8 Evolved One; he could even fight against them.

I hadn’t seen her in years now. After finding my way to a demon club that she attended frequently, I gritted my teeth, cursed myself out, and stepped into the building. Fire burned through the first room, the flames licking the ceiling and the heat hotter than fucking hell. It ensured that only demons stepped into this space; no other species were allowed. Once I walked through the fucking fire that seared the edges of my clothes, I opened a heavy metal door and stepped into The Inferno. Demons in their truest forms sauntered around the room, their horns out and lengthened and their eyes a piercing red.

Chicago and Phuture stood aside in awe, the horrific sight of gore sickening to see as more demons were decapitated. Blood stained Terrance's navy-blue uniform from his collar down to his socks and shoes, but hundreds of demons continued lunging for him despite losing to one man. His spiritual pressure alone was enough to pin down most demons for an easy kill, but the stronger ones were able to attempt a punch before decapitation. Richland, East Greenland was on the verge of being invaded by The Demon Corps and Itaska. They were currently affective in several parts of East Greenland, affectively taking up ground and killing supernatural monsters with no struggle for a while.

I look up and see Damen flying straight towards me. His black knee-length biker boots slam into the ground causing it to shake momentarily from the impact. He turns away from me to fight off several demons that have circled around me, in my weakened state. I watch as he spins rapidly with his dark black wings extended and manages to knock most of them away and creating an opening. Max's majestic black wolf, Dom, slams through the opening, turns, and claws several demons' throats out, while his Beta Jason tears organs out of a few others.