Demons Zozo Novels & Stories

Anastasia's POV The fire was brimming and scorching around the ceilings and walls, and debris was falling down on me. I was crammed into the corner where my grand piano was situated. As I ingested too many plumes of smoke, my nostrils flared up, almost suffocating me. I started to feel as if my landscapes were wobbling around me, and I felt a lightweight on my head, as if I was just about to enter a deep consciousness at any minute. I was crying and screaming while desperately hoping that I wouldn't be burnt down or smashed by the falling or flying objects.

Bella asked. “No, he is a demon. A gamma to be precise,” Zane replied. “He was just a year old when the demon clan was massacred. So he was hidden in a slave basket heading for the tropics by his mother before she diverted the Zorean wolves’ attention towards her. Almost all surviving demons have similar stories and my mate, Noah, is everything that I could have asked for. I have you to thank for everything, Dante. You not only saved my life twice but helped me move on. I appreciate everything you did for me,” he whispered, and I just ruffled his hair.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

“Caution never hurts. You need to be prepared for shuffling zombies." Dave made a contemptuous throaty sound. "Please. They are just as dangerous or focused as the demon that summons them. Most will give up before the fight gets interesting." I never knew how serious to take Dave. He was a good guy, even with dark red skin, purest black eyes, and occasional bouts of uncontrollable anger. But nobody is perfect. “I swear,” he continued. “Most demons have ADD2. As soon as things start to get better, they leave to start some new shit. That's why they never finish anything."

229 - Are You Perhaps Little Yin’s Senior? (1) It was a cat. A fat and ugly, dirty white cat. The type of cat that hadn’t been bathed since it was born, and was usually the target of bullying by the village kids. Yet it was exactly that kind of seemingly harmless small animal, no longer than an adult arm, that had sent the demonic general flying without even touching her body. “Another demon?” Ye Mo could not help but fall into despair. Neither he nor Zhi Ruo were in any condition to fight. After having their qi forcefully absorbed by the sacrificial array, they were nothing more than lambs on the chopping board, waiting to be cut.

I can sense it, just like everyone in this bar can. Demons like Zodiac aren’t around much anymore, thanks to the Alpha of Stormfire and his distrust of them. All I know about Zodiac is that he has black hair, pointy demon ears, soulless blue eyes, and that he can be trusted. “Demon bars were never interesting to me. Too many demons, too many desperate humans or wolves looking for long-lost magic,” I respond, wrapping my hand around my tumbler. “I prefer nightclubs. They’re about sex and death. Nothing desperate to be found when you can get what you want there.”

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

"—but I promise, I'm not playing with you now. No tricks. I don't want to see you die—" "So I may die from this? That's what you're telling me? You brought me here…to die… potentially by a demon I have personally domesticated?" "Maybe don't say that?" Zee pinched the bridge of his nose, the many piercings lacing up his ears glittered like stars in his dark blue skin. "Better yet—don't say anything at all! Just stay silent and let me do all the talking, yeah? Great talk!" "Fuck—" Zee raised up a leg and kicked the door in. Revealing a room covered in dead bodies with Jonathan literally sitting on a throne of them. "—you?"