Demons X Novels & Stories

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."

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Immediately, the hunter's body began to shiver not only because he was going to die at that moment but because of the darkness filled in her eyes and how unbearable it was at sight. She folded her fist tight, the hunter caught fire bursting in a twinkle of an eye. She discovered that the number of demons were reducing than that of the hunters, she had to do the other alternative to win this war by summoning all the dead soldiers. "Servants of the dead hear my call. Raise at my call and follow my beading." One by one they rose matching in a gathering form. They all knelt down awaiting for her orders. She smiled. "The war must be worn by the demons. Remember your oat to you king, it's time you

Matt left without another word, causing Ashton to jump to his feet. He was never allowed in on any political business, the committee having no faith in his ability to speak to other royalty. Ash was incredibly curious to what the Demons were really like. Were they as evil as everyone made them out to be or were they actually just like everyone else? This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king.

which we will build housing" Sebastian said as he staring at the mockup in front of him. “Not yet, sir, because Dean is cleaning menial work, so I have to standby at the office to replace internal work." "Ah, yes. Because Selena has mutated." mumble.Sebastian. Then the sentence she least wanted to hear on earth escaped Sebastian's lips. Ariesta sighed. And because there were many directors, as well as high-ranking and government officials, she had to maintain a good company name.

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

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."

“…Face the mirror, break deceit.” The air trembled. Shadows warped. Murmurs spread across the spectators. Evangeline leaned forward, eyes locked to Xander’s. “Let the beast beneath unbind, may the truth no longer hide.” The chamber shook. The left judge convulsed. His robes split, flesh unraveling, as a body of barbed limbs and a maw of four jaws emerged, bile dripping across the obsidian. “DEMON!” Xander roared, wrenching his cuffs so violently blood slicked his wrists.

I think his Sherman, Markan, and Jasper’s mouths gaped at Xeno. “He belongs to a special force where they hunt demons in the mortal world,” I explained to them. “He’s the captain of one of the corps.” “That’s great then, I am happy to meet amazing people in this cursed place.” Sherman offered his hand to Xeno and Xeno respectfully took his hand for a short handshake. Sherman introduced the others to him and told Xeno everything that happened and how I ended up being in this place.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”