روايات وقصص ضمن Hana's Demon Of Lust

His hand didn't leave mine as I struggled to cover my stained shirt. "I think I saw you in my class-" He said. "Don't scare her bro" His friend said as they laughed. He chuckled looking back at me. "I am not scary, Am I ?" He asked, I just looked away. Our college didn't have the stereotypes they showed in shows on N*****x or TV. But every college has the popular kids type. He was that. The popular guy every girl liked. He was liked by the teachers even cause he was pretty rich and very nice. Only to the girls. He was the playboy who slept with three girls with no relationships with either of them.

the one that used to me my official mistress. My four canines extended, and I only stared before lowering my mouth over her nipples. My demons coming out at the wrong time. I was so desperate to bed even my own mate, let alone Anna. Not being able to control my hungry lust, they took over. "Bahm! Don't! YOUR MATE YOU FOOL!!" She snarls, but I was already mid way to lapping around the perky bud. "Stop it! You BASTARD!"

He can't control her so he decided to use his power to put the demoness inside Jane's body. She's catching her breath after she came back to life. Her eyes gradually opened and she rises from the floor. Her eyes were full of desire and she slowly got up and walked closer to the immortal guy. She's looking for a guy to have fun with because it's her nature. She's the goddess of sex and lust. The demon vampire couldn't control her so he let Mozilla, who's inside Jane's body to torture and consumed his sexual energy.

The last one was still trying to force himself on Anita. Hana felt like her blood was boiling from anger. Ever since she became a ghost and then a deity, this was the first time her chest became too stuffy. She wanted to vent the dark emotion brewing inside her. Before she knew it, she had stormed inside the place. The people there felt the heavy pressure and they also felt suffocated, like they were being deprived by air. No one could move for some time, not even the Anita and Daniel who were not actually the recipient of Hana’s anger.

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.”

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Hana felt the anger within her rising, the primal urge to defend herself, to protect her people—even from Jarrel—surging through her veins. She could feel the change happening, the pull of her wolf as it awakened, her vision sharpening, her senses heightening. Her eyes glowed, a fierce golden hue that lit up the dark dungeon like twin flames. Her canines elongated slightly, and her nails grew into sharp claws. But she didn’t transform fully—this was an expression of her anger, her frustration, channeled into something more controlled, more dangerous. With a roar that echoed off the stone walls, Hana commanded the room’s attention. The sheer force of her presence was enough to make Jarrel pau

"Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celestial Blade, and went up to my room. I locked the door and drew a Pentacle, then proceeded to perform a demon-raising ceremony. It was so powerful, summoning a Greater Demon, that it split our house in two and reduced it to rubble. "Suprisingly enough, I survived. And there Aosoth sat,

Close to the wooden wall, was a table. I move closer to the table to examine its content; I picked up the posture collar, and studied it for a while before putting it down and moved on to the flogger. I examined the black, leather material with tails that ended in a rose shape, with my eyes without touching it. I winced when I picked up the breast clamp, what kind of freaky stuff is this guy into? I replace the breast clamp on the table. “Of course he also has a whip!” I looked at the brown object in distaste.

The girls were indeed fucked. "My mother suspects it has to do with the superiority complex some lycans have refused to let go of," Jasmine shared, surprising me that there were individuals on the island still clinging to such a mentality. If that was the case, then Queen Aliana had every right to address their parents for failing to instil proper values in them.