Demons Of Pride Novels & Stories

I was taken back to when I had stayed away from her and how her anger had materialised into tears. "I'm sorry", I said to her when I turned. She deadpanned and then she smiled and then she grimace. It was like her face was having mood swings and if we weren't in a disagreement I would have teased her for it. "I really am. No lying anymore and secrets". "And pride". she added. "Pride? I'm not proud". "Okay". She rolled her eyes and went back to deadpanning. "Fine, sorry. Guy.. okay, I am proud"

Demons were vile and ruthless creatures. "Thank you so much for coming today. My name is Lucas Gabriel Connor, and some of you may already be familiar with me as the now-Vampire prince who is Riana's mate. Today, we will engage in combat with the demons and exterminate such heinous creatures as they off the face of the world! They kidnap our Princesses, rape our women, and murder our children. They are the worst. Bring your weapons to your hips and follow me, anybody who believes they should die!" I screamed, and after delivering my speech, I started walking towards the cave, with a large army trailing behind me.

He feels like he's walking without ahead. That's life. This is his destiny. To be the demon son. What else could it be? His body was burning in flames when he stepped on the pentagram last time and it made him feel vulnerable. I wish he can be a devil in his dreams but not in reality. Thinking about the demon thing, it's not a good type of entity. To know that his debut party is coming, the confusion and tension were there inside his heart. Now that he's experiencing changes in his strength and agility, Adoneram became more anxious than before.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

Avarez was running out of patience and he knew they were aware "Alpha Avarez, we were only of the opinion that you wouldn't have gone to the demon market. As the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack, it is an abomination to go there, even so, dressed as a commoner, our forefathers forbade us from ever going there, the alpha of....

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

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.

While it is unusual for a royal to mingle with the commoners even if one is from a prestigious merchant family, the common people in this area are aware of the infamous Fourth Prince who often goes against the etiquette of the society. Some look down on the prince for not being a proper royal by conforming to the rules of society. Some are indifferent while some are in awe of this blatantly casual behavior. Though one thing everyone agrees on is that this prince is the black sheep of the Imperial Family. Unlike his other more accomplished royal siblings, this prince is plain and useless with no merits under his name. His reputation is only held up by his status as a member of the Imperial Fa

William continued but the bishop interrupted again. "Pestilence, Sadism, Hate, Fear, Wrath, Gluttony and Sloth respectively." The bishop paused "They aren't just demons, they are the princes of the devil, heirs to the supreme throne of hell. Always arguing on whom is suitable for the throne." He added. "You know according to mythology, hell has ranges and domains. Are these demons or princes part of them?" Amelia asked, she has been hearing a lot about hell and it related species not knowing they originated from it.

The sight of it—swaying slightly in the furnace-breath, jaw hanging loose—drew a hush of hungry satisfaction from the watching demons. This was a promise: you are never done paying. Judgement without end. Hell’s only gospel. The demons roared approval. A few jostled each other, eager to see who he’d turn his attention to next. Some pressed their trophies closer to the edge of the walkways like offerings, their chained souls thrashing. Others knelt, foreheads pressed to hot iron, whispering little prayers of cruelty, asking to be chosen, to be used, to be noticed by the flame that ruled them. They prayed to him the way mortals once prayed to the heavens. Not for mercy. For proximity.