Demons Mc Novels & Stories

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."

He looked around the room and acknowledged the fact that his members are there with him. Samantos is becoming too daring. He knows me and chose to play with me. "He chose to play with fire!!!" He shouted and the whole building shook. The guys were no longer surprised. A phone call jolted them back to life. Red, as he is popularly called stepped out to hand over the phone to Eric. Red, second in command, fastest shooter. He is called Red because of the number of people he has killed. He looks deadly dangerous. After Eric, no one dares him. A scar was visible on his face showing he had a rough childhood. Well, what more can you expect from a Capo? He relocated to the city after being beaten to

Instead of a young boy, a woman sat there with her eyes fixed firmly on me. “A demon!” I growled. Demons are creatures who feed on werewolves. Long ago, all the packs in the empire and beyond united to wipe them off the surface of the earth and had succeeded in doing that. “So, where did this one come from?” The spectators gasped and soon, the entire place became chaotic as everyone sought an escape route. Demons are extremely powerful creatures, more powerful than most Alphas. But I refuse to be in the number of those Alphas.

Wearing his scarlet suit, he had his hair in a braid, sitting around the table. Negotiations ended there, with Ragnar as mediator. - I want to hand them over to the demons so that they never see the light of day again, the demons took them as slaves, as their food with their source of life, they will be their slaves. - The woman said. - Well, you are already immortal, that is a good way to enter the order of Um-Mu. - A demon said. - A series of disappearances and attacks around the forest, in between attacks on churches and temples around the city of Doomed City.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

It was called the Devourer, also a Tier 6 existence. “RROOOOAAARRRR!!!..”. Amidst the discussion of the demons and Undeads, another Demons made it’s entrance, this time it was a Manticore, so large that it was at least the sized of of a 10 tons lorry, it immediately roar upon it’s touchdown giving at me with a predatory eyes. As if I was it’s lunch, naturally such intimidating gaze doesn’t works on me. Then one after another, another 2 Undeads a Lich, and a Skeleton King, followed by 3 demons, one a High Imp, A Green Skinned Witch and a Black Dragon arrived, all were circling me.

His arch enemy was hard to find. But a few years ago, he had found out who was his arch enemy. It was an organisation called The Demon Hunters. The Hunters was a large organization runned by humans who go around catching and killing demons. They strongly believed that demons harm the world and people. With their existence, humans can never have peace. They have a strong hatred towards demons and demons vice versa.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

She was the weakest demon he could find throughout the camp, often times, she would be on the beck and call of the other demons. The structure of the Demons society are of perpetual chaos, competition, hatred, game-playing, power plays and maliciousness. They maintain their natural order or ranks solely through the imposition of the more powerful upon the less powerful. In other words, the demonic society is the epitome of an environment of Darwinian "survival of the fittest." "The moment of truth has come! Oh, how long have I waited. Erza!"