Green Demon Novels & Stories

Eden POV. Welcome to the bottom of hell, please leave all kinds of hopes and dreams outside. The name is Eden, I'm a girl, an Omega girl, yes Omega means that I am a werewolf, I belong to a pack. You know all the stories you hear about Omegas, them being weak, abused, taken advantage of? You know all that jazz, well I'm happy to say it's all lies. Most omegas live happily in wolf packs, they are cared for, loved, and overly spoiled! An Omega is the pack baby, we are worse than puppies, see all the stories they are lies, most omegas, like ninety-nine percent of them are that spoiled.

But before the demon frog's tongue could touch me, Linux suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "Don't touch her, monster!" he shouted then quickly cut off the demon frog's tongue using only his sharp claws. "Are you all right, Allena?" Linux asked as he turned to me. I couldn't speak and just kept staring at him. Not because I'm afraid of the demon frog that almost eats me but because of the strange feeling I felt again while looking at him. My heart beats faster and I don't understand why I feel a strange joy when he is near me and protecting me. I immediately shook my head. No. This feeling is not mine. It is not my heart that beats for Linux but Sabina's heart. Because maybe I am really the

"It used to be a Demon glamour but now I think it's permanent. The green... Well, I was always a glitchy demon. Why do you ask? Couldn't you recreate this coloring with your skill as a Marker?" "Not permanently. There are about a dozen ways I could create that green but it would fade over time. I was hoping for a sample of your fur so I could reverse engineer the dye your Marker used, but you didn't use one..." The Orangelo sighed. "But that's fine. I am working on some new dyes for blue right now and if those work out, I might be able to blend them with the yellows I already use." Sinking down to the floor so he was on the same level as Lexi, the Orangelo pressed his face against the bars.

He didn’t know how or what it was but no water dragon could control ice without the gem being close. “Asrar.” Avalon called as a jeep pulled up beside them. The first green jeep had seen better days. Rust covered the entire body and if it wasn’t rust it was the forest green paint. The tires looked nearly knew and the seats looked like some creature made a home out of it. All it had was small doors to get into the passenger and driver seat. The back had seats with a small tail gate much like trucks. “Figured by the noise coming from your pod we needed wheels.”

Melo let out a low whistle as they read the text displayed on the virtual screen. "Never thought the White Clan could pull out this kind of pathetic game. But I salute them for setting up this kind of stunt." "But I pity them, no matter how flawless their defense system is, the rats still managed to breach them." Jordan replied at Melo statement. "Of course. We are the god of underground world, the city doesn't make an exemption of it. We can easily breach their security system and outnumbered them." Sam said as he came behind them wearing an evil smirk. He was holding a whip on his hand as his weapon for slaughtering the criminals and the warrior underneath.

As quiet as possible, he jumps of Diam and pulls out his sword. This part of the jungle belonged to a century-old python that guards the forest like its own skin. Nobody walks back if they enter the boundary. Diam looked at his master as if he was crazy and leans close to the nearest tree for some support. He pulls Arnold’s hood back through his teeth, urging him to return and not wander in the forbidden territory. But the stubborn master gently strokes the head of his loyal friend, soothing the erupting fear in his chest.

It was beautiful but frightening to look at, and I couldn't get past the impression the demons below lived inside a deadly weapon. Our vehicle turned, heading into the multiple suns lighting the sky. The bubble tinted softly, enough I didn't have to squint as I looked down over the vast greenery below. Had to be a rainforest, thick and dark, a winding river running through the impossibly solid canopy. "And so things have been for many generations." Grandmother's voice was that of a tour guide, cajoling and calming. "Demonicon has been at peace because of the system we have developed and the joining together of all demon planes."

“Now tell me, what’s this fuss about a demon?” “He had green eyes,” Darcia was the one to reply this time. “I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?” “That is correct, as far as we know.” Dad agreed and gave both of us a pointed look. “What else do we even know about this demon? Why was it trying to kidnap Freya? As far as I remember, we have stayed out of their business for ages now.”

Wilbur turned around and looked at Demetra. "Who?" Demetra asked. Demetra widened his eyes furiously, and the black aura around his body continued to emanate from him, making him look like a demon. Slightly surprised, Wilbur shrugged helplessly and said, "You know that this is Greensource Corp territory. Who else could it be?" "Despicable." Demetra punched through a nearby wall and cursed, "Will they only stop when I'm dead?"