Dnd Demon Races Novels & Stories

A Succubus with the usual attributes—voluptuous body, killer curves, and boobs so big they’d suffocate a lesser demon. "Lord Paimon," she greeted, bowing respectfully. "How’s My Lord?" I asked, trying to sound composed. "On his throne," she replied. Then her eyes widened. "Lord Satan will arrive any minute. If you have a business, you better handle it now." My jaw clenched. Of all the fucking times to visit. Lord Satan—the Bringer of Doom, the Bitch of the Blazing Wasteland—was someone even I avoided. Demon Lords ruled the central dominion of Hell, unlike us Kings who were stuck managing the Nine Circles and our contractors. And Lord Satan? She was the worst.

"Wouldn't consider it too far and too little. Somewhere in the middle. There are some creatures I wouldn't even think of fighting, and Dalia isn't one of them." "And the demons?" "Believe it or not, a bunch of them are just idiots. They're quite easy to kill. If you're dealing with a demon that's more than five hundred years old, then you should be worried. Less than that, and they're quite easy to kill. You don't want to fuck with the Millenniums though." I cast him a sideways glance. "You seem to know so much about demons." "I like to learn about others. Gives you an advantage if you have to fight them someday."

I've never been so far away from home like this. I went beneath my bed to get the writing materials that I hid there. I first thought of writing to Damion and asking how this were going at home but I know Damion, he won't appreciate the frienzie. I know all he want to hear from me is about the Demon Alpha. I don't have anything yet but right now I'm promising myself to stop getting familiar and get to work. But still I want to write to Damion, just to hear from him. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

“My name is Ignis,” he continued. A creature like him in a city apartment, her blood ran cold. Demons were the worst of all races, they came straight from hell and most of the world considered them evil. While she was gawking, he spread his arms wide to recite something inaudible. “What are you doing? Stop!” she cried at the same time when Marcus and Loyd stood at her side. She shot him, knowing there was no bullet that could hurt a demon in the magazine.

Under the pressure of everyone's glares, Darryl quickly came out with a response. He smiled and said, "Honorable Fiend Martyr, I think we should be careful. I know the demons aren't as powerful as the fiend race, but they have tens of thousands of troops. Proceeding recklessly might prove to be dangerous."

By experimenting on himself, he understood a few things. Wind Demons were not actually ‘Wind’ Demons. They were a race of demons that could use only one element in their entire lifetimes, and no other. It wasn’t that they could only use wind, but they were taught to only use wind. If they wanted to study a different element instead, they could.

And that was without stopping to keep up appearances. Daemons were the supernaturals I knew the least about. They generally kept to their territory, deserts and the plains. I know it was whispered that they were fallen angels from a religion long since dead since the Fall. But since they were made up by ifrits, djinn, and some higher level spiritual entities, it had been decided that they were simply another race, much like Fae and Weres. Once worshiped as gods, and then forgotten until the Fall brought them forward again.

At the cinnamon-spicy flavor, my pussy walls shuddered again. "You're a demon," I whispered, finally remembering where I'd heard about a race with blood and other fluids that tasted like spice. "Zendir," he agreed through clenched teeth. Demons came from all different planes and were really many different races. I'd heard of the Zendir but didn't know much about them. "Does it matter?" I shook my head, allowing my curls to caress his thighs as I did. "No." "Then please, love, suck me before I explode." His hips pulsed, pushing his cock against my wet lips.

"This world's four main races are demons, vampires, dragons, and werewolves. Demons rule 40% of the land while vampires rule 30%, dragons take 15% of the land, and 10% of the land belongs to werewolves. The remaining small races all belong to the remaining 5%. We had a deal with demons when the Wall of death was established for the sake of winning the war with humans and demons are still taking interest in that from us and that's why we can't fight much to rule the majority of the world. You can never enter the demonic region without the demon king's permission. So if I take you out any time, don't try to run because you will die immediately" As if I have a choice of running. But vampires su

"Demon race?" Chase was bewildered by this, but later accepted it. He had seen so many monsters previously and had even seen Zeus. It should not be strange that there was a demon race. Chase had a shallow understanding of them. Basic demons should consist of slimers and goblins. Why were there so many strange creatures appearing around them? While he was thinking about this, a slimer that looked more like jelly than snot, crashed into his lightning barrier. This seemed to confirm his thoughts.