Novel & Cerita Fluffy Demon Tail

It collided with the demon's body and burnt like paper into the air. When Kyra noticed the Shinigami demons near her, her eyes widened. She'd seen nothing like that. It has a shark-like mouth with crowded teeth and long fangs. They also have enormous, spiky, unkempt black wings that repel talons and starlight. The thing waved its hand, hit Kyra by the arm, and soared away. "Ugh," Kyra said as she fell to the ground. "Are you OK, Kyra? "Cael asked.

Stars exploded across my vision. Silas — the man whose walking pace seemed mathematically calibrated — actually had a tail? With shaking hands, I posted my very first question on Mischief & Mayhem: "Saw someone with a black heart-shaped tail. AR filter or actual monster?" Within a minute, a user with a DemonHunter_Official avatar replied: "Filter my ass! That's an incubus bloodline awakening. Judging by the curvature of that tail — RUN. This one's clearly in heat. Stay any longer and he'll drain you dry!"

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

He won't need to take care of me anymore. Fluffy came back into the cave carrying a sizeable furry animal. Maybe the size of a Labrador retriever squirming trying to get away. Little shrills came from the white-coated animal. For being outdoors and not a pet, its fur was ridiculously white with a hint of blue hue. The face was small and pointed, the tail big and feathery, reminding me of a fox or raccoon. Fluffy brought it to Creed, his tail wagging like a dog instead of its saunter wagging like a cat.

The creature gave a few steps back and grunted, I could see anger and fear in its eyes, but most of all, surprise. I was right, and now I was mesmerized by the beauty of what was now standing in front of the demon; a body as big as the one of the creature, but in stature it exceeded it thanks to a long neck and a sharp head. He had black scales all around his body and his long tail waved menacingly to his side. His wings were huge, large and grey, he kept them spread yet still. There was a pair of burning gold eyes that stared at the demon, and for uncountable seconds, both stared at each other in silence.

The man said and rolled his eyes as his normal clothes of pants slowly disappeared to make room for his demon form—a winged demon, white wings to be exact. To be honest, Crocell could pass as an angel with that white wings of his but what set’s him down to the ground was his horns—pearly white horns that looks like a crown running twisted down and meeting in his forehead. To make things more exciting, he even has a lion-like tail swishing behind him as he walk. He’s the complete opposite of Beelzebub and Leviathan.

“If I told you of a demon that was an oily black lump, with a haze of distortion around it’s mass. It’s voice makes the ground tremble…I know of nothing like that from my studies but I have been assured of its existence.” This time the small porcelain cup shook in her wrinkled hand and her smile dropped. “Does it have a name?” Racking my brains I tried to remember. “It rhymes with that weird orange plant-“ “Bergamot?” she clipped, as her wolf came to the fore. Her milky, placid eyes suddenly took on a rich green hue as she searched herself for answers. “Yes, it rhymes with Bergamot, one hundred percent.” “That is not a Foxton demon,” she said with a shake of her head. I will double check our

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

A massive image of a mighty demon appeared behind him. This demon had two huge horns on its head that were sharp and hard. It shone with a chilling glow. It was hundreds of feet tall and covered with black scales. All four of its limbs were muscular, and there were long, sharp claws on its hands. The demon's legs were slightly bent, much like a kangaroo's. It looked like it was bursting with energy. While Eason hesitated, Rawlin had already launched an attack. The demon reached its claws out to grab Chase.

Asmodeus grimaced, cupping his cheeks in both hands and handing Evelyn her tail, which was tied in a dead knot. Evelyn stared at Asmodeus's tail for a moment, like she was looking at a tangled mess of headphone cords she'd just ripped out of her book bag; she had the most patience for that sort of thing. She first carefully touched Asmodeus' tail, which was longer and a bit thicker than Sagon's, with the same pointed triangle at the end. Unlike the demon's extraordinarily hard body, the tail was instead very soft and flexible, and the surface was smooth, cool and soft to the touch, and with a little bit of force one could feel the elastic flesh of the tail.