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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.

She dropped her gaze to the sheets and returned them to his face almost immediately. “Is that why the bond didn’t break? I mean the contract. On the day you tried to break it, you said something about a bond refusing to break.” He nodded and she sank deeper into the bed. What?! “I have taken it for it is, Arabella. The truth is that a demon can only bond with someone if the demon is in love with that person, and now…” He leaned closer to her, so that the tip of their noses could kiss. “Now we have to be mated for life.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

The aristocratic nose, chiseled jaws, perfectly carved eyebrows, and sensual thin red lips were devoured by the darkness surrounding the room – highlighting the predatory gleam of his eyes. “Such a tiny thing can kill an angel without blinking,” Damon muttered as he stood at the end of the bed. With one move, he was now sitting at the corner of her bed. Her head which was revealed by her enormous wings gave him a peek of her sleeping face. One of his hands withdrew from his aristocratic posture, stretching towards the sleeping form. His hand reached towards her neck but was stopped midway by the cloak of darkness that her body emitted. “Shadow arts, I see. So that is the reason why the holy

His demon heart is visible floating in the air. Thamer slowly got up from the ground and he was about to shifts himself into a demon but Diana stop him. " Don't! You said to keep the demon inside you right?" She said while holding him in his arms. Adoneram, Yennifer, and the other stary beside the dinner table. " See that monster in front of us? He's going to kill us all!" Thamer defended his side. Damon quickly attacks Alexer and he stumbled on the ground. Thamer saw it and he tried to wake up his six demons inside his human body but it's not working.

It was the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and winter, but it was heavily laced with the metallic, iron stench of fresh blood. A massive, towering shadow loomed over the edge of the bed. Dominic had returned. He didn't light a candle; he didn't need to. His molten amber eyes glowed like twin coals in the pitch-black room, pinning her sleeping form to the mattress. His leather armor was splattered with crimson, his large hands stained with the blood of the rebels he had slaughtered at the border. He was a vision of pure, unadulterated death.

If I didn't know any better I'd swear it was yanked straight off of King Arthur's tomb or at least the Smithsonian. "Tell. Me. Your. Name!" Dominic pauses between each word, and this time, it's as if each letter is being laser cut into the Demon. Screams and horrific, animalistic cries shoot out of his mouth. A rush of sadness, anger, and resentment pours into me. I nearly fall to the ground but Dominic pulls me up, wrapping his cloak around my body. "I am Zull!" The Demon's words sound like they're being ripped from of his mouth one single syllable at a time.

Asher yelled still trying to escape from my grip "But.... Justina had a vision that you are in trouble and who is........ Carmella??? "I heard Angela called in surprise and I quickly released Asher from my grip. He attacked me again with light this time almost blinding my left eye My demon got provoked..... my eyes grew dark and my fangs sprung out.... "OMG Carmella is a demon! "I heard Kim's voice making me smirk I turned to Asher who stared at me in shock but yet hate was still filled in his eyes