Gaara Demon Novels & Stories

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

She looked up into the eyes of the man that was now something more and weakly groaned out, “I still hate you.” Young gave her a devilish smirk and replied, “I know lil mama, but that means you also still love me. Ain’t that right?” He quirked his head at her, regarding her fucked out form. Asha turned her head away, unwilling to satisfy that question with an answer she wasn’t ready to acknowledge. She was both grateful and resentful of his return. He’d damn near destroyed her as just a human, she was scared to find out what he do now as a demon.

"I don't have any business with you!" "Half-demons really can't handle the heavy lifting, can they?" Raven mocked. Before Vargos could even register the insult or make a move, Raven dropped down and grabbed him by the throat with an iron grip. Using full force, Raven began sucking the life force straight out of him, doing the exact same thing Zariel had done to Maera earlier. Vargos screamed as his skin instantly withered and shriveled up, turning into a dried-out mummy in a matter of seconds.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

His eyes resembled those of a wild reptile and burned with green fire. “What are you?” I hissed, taking a cautious step toward him. “Dearon… He's Dahak…” Kaira's weak voice sounded. “The Dark… Demon.” I locked my eyes on hers and saw how terrified she was. The creature inside Jarith's body looked over his shoulder and snorted. “Thanks for the introduction, love.” I growled at the endearment. It sounded like something that could have slipped through Jarith's lips, but the voice that said it was soaked in darkness and filled with venom.