Hand Demon Novels & Stories

she screamed, her face twisting with rage as she raised her hand high into the air, aiming a third, brutal blow at my face. She swung down with all her strength—but her hand never hit me. A massive, hand shot out from behind her, catching her wrist in mid-air. My eyes widened when I saw it was Demon. He was gripping her wrist so tightly that her bones groaned under his iron hold. His obsidian eyes were fixed on my mother with a lethal, suffocating intensity that made the air in the alley instantly turn sub-zero. If looks could physically kill, Regina Summers would have dissolved into ash.

The staff fixes the door and gives me a key. I go to use the bathroom and wash my hands. When I look at my reflection. Instead of deep green eyes, I see dark red, almost black eyes of my demon wolf Stella. She is not happy with the arrangement. I think the only thing keeping her in check is Thanatos in the next room.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

Not a wolf. The creature's skin was the color of dried blood, cracked and peeling, with veins of dull orange pulsing beneath the surface like cooling lava. Its limbs were too long for its torso, bent at angles that didn't follow human anatomy. One arm was pinned under the beam, crushed. The other was free, its clawed fingers twitching weakly against the stone. A demon.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

I can't stop the words from whining out of my mouth. "I just want my freedom, just let me go, Dimitri, I have nothing to give you," I said nervously and the entire demeanour change at my statement, his eyes grow darker red than I've ever seen. Instantly, his hand went around my already damaged throat, instantly cutting off my air supply. I immediately reach for his strong hands, trying to pry them away, but can't. I can ever feel the pressure of my bones threatening to crack underneath his hands. He doesn't say a word. Only glares at me and my soul as if he's reading me like an open book while watching me fight for my life. A small creeps onto his lips as he watches, and something flashes in

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

shouted Janice Valeria when she’d finally reached her climax, with her whole body shivering and shuddering quite violently strongly. The male demon asked Janice Valeria to get on the bed again. This time Janice Valeria was seen squatting on the bed. The male demon was also seen squatting on the bed, behind Janice Valeria. He pulled Janice Valeria’s both hands backwards. Pulling Janice Valeria’s hands backwards, the male demon shook and pumped both of their bodies again from Janice Valeria’s behind.