Giant Demon Novels & Stories

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

His voice and aura went serious. “Don’t listen to him,” Shaira’s voice hushed through my ears. Now I wonder what she is up to. “How did you know?” I asked him trying to ignore Shaira that’s getting visible to me again. She’s behind this guy, Zeke. Shaira pushed him away and I tried stopping her. He looked so confused about what’s happening now so I turn my back to run away again. Run away from people and everyone. I can’t be with normal people or else I do something else again. I am a demon, a murderer and a human being that shouldn’t be born on the first place.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

The sentries worked in perfect coordination, pack bonds allowing them to anticipate each other's movements. For a moment, I thought we might actually win. Then the demon lord arrived. It didn't come through the walls like the others. It simply appeared in the center of the room, reality bending around it like heat waves. It was massive, easily eight feet tall, with skin that looked like molten obsidian and eyes like burning coals. When it spoke, its voice was the sound of cities burning. It raised one clawed hand and made a gesture that looked almost like a military signal.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

She looks around, completely unfazed by the thirty or so huge, jacked bikers surrounding her. “I’m looking for a… Damon Montague,” she says, checking a small slip of paper. My eyebrows shoot up, and I glance at Devil, who’s now glaring at the girl. “The fuck you want with him?” he growls. His voice is threatening, but the girl couldn’t care less. “None of your fucking business,” she says, matching his tone. Damn. Girl’s got balls. Devil has a nasty rep... almost as bad as mine. His name wasn’t given to him for fun. The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes.

Because right in front of me is an enormous male with two massive curved horns arching from atop his forehead, eyes glowing like molten gold, his skin stretching over a powerful chest, fangs visibly protruding from his lips, a snake like forked tongue snaking out in a hiss and a long, sinuous tail coiling behind him. And he towers over me, his gaze sweeping over my form. “Human,” he rumbles, his voice like sinful velvet. “You called for oblivion. I am Vesper, and I answer.” Staring at this gigantic 7ft tall... demon, my jaw literally drops to the floor. Did I just summon a demon? Fuck! I must have really messed up that spell. What do I do now? He cocks his head then, staring at me with a sor

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.