Hand Demon Novels & Stories

She had to see for herself. Daemon , the stepbrother to Duncan, stood on the edge of a very high cliff. His eyes were shut and his breath very steady . His gait was that of a fighter, one who had fought and put an end to many lives. Through the calmness of his body, he could feel another presence. Who was it? It had to be a trained fighter. The footsteps were very calm and nearly indecipherable. His eyes flew open. The scent got closer. A threat? No. This person had touched plants. He tightened his muscles a bit. Just then, a hand touched his shoulder. Like a bolt of lightning surging through his body, he turned in a split second, his hand reaching out for the neck of the threat .

He is empty, a hollow shell mimicking a man, while the men around him overflow with power. His gaze snaps to the center of the ring where Damien circles Wayne. Wayne is Damien’s right-hand man, a broad-shouldered Beta with a thick neck and scarred knuckles, but next to Damien, he looks sluggish. Damien moves with terrifying authority, his steps light and predatory, as if he has orchestrated this specific violence a hundred times before.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

The handle and blade was elegantly designed and carved with red rubies. "He will come for you! He will make you suffer!" The man, wait, to be exact - the demon said. He had such strong faith in this one certain person. She scoffed and looked at the man with disdain. She didn't believe that a mere demon could defeat her. Why! She had killed thousands and thousands of demons to this day and she wasn't going to back down. Her revenge has just gotten sweeter. "Whoever you lowly beings sent will all be crushed," Valencia swiped up some peanuts from the plate left on the empty and crushed them. The peanuts turned to dust when she opened her palm. She let the peanut dust drop to the floor like an h

King Oannes - Mermaid Fish Demon - Spiritual Demon Lv 8 Bronze - An old man with a beard and human body but has legs like a fish 8. Gin and Gun: 2 twin demons - King Oannes' confidant - handsome face and large build - Spiritual Demon Bronze Level 1.

“Ava.” I stopped and turned. A man I’d never seen before was walking toward me in a sleek black suit. He didn’t look like a doctor. Too polished. Too... something. His shoes didn’t even make a sound on the pavement. His smile was calm but unreadable, and the way his eyes watched me made me instinctively step back. “Yeah?” I asked cautiously. “Nice to finally meet you.” He extended a hand like this was a business meeting. “I’m Demon.”

As I raised my hands, my fingers shook like leaves in the wind, and my heartbeat quickened to the rate of a hummingbird. When Damon grabbed my hand in his strong hand, he held it firmly and steadily as he placed the ring onto my finger. Damon is a very steady and powerful hand. Twenty very little diamonds are set in white gold.

A shadow darkened the corner where she sat, and Aosoth slowly raised her horned head. "Daemon," The shadow called out, then stepped into the dim light of the alley. It was a woman, tall and forbidding, with a blonde pixie cut and a wide, prominent nose. A scar ran along her face, cutting her left eyebrow into two unequal parts, and stopping somewhere below her jaw.

"Fashionably late, as always." Another demon boldly remarked. I turned around to the female voice and found Dagon, holding hands with another male demon, both dressed in full black. "So, this is the human." The male said with interest. He stepped forwards and held out his hand for me to take. I automatically stretched out my hand to place it into his, before I realised that demons didn't shake hands. Ren eyed my hand with glee and grabbed it quickly, a look of delight spreading across his face.

I wasn’t going to kiss anybody here or let anyone look inside my mouth, and the rest didn’t matter. The claws, however... For some reason, they were the second to transform. Gloves wouldn’t help. The only way was to keep myself in check every minute. I absolutely couldn’t blow up. Do half-demons have good self-control? Honestly, not really. But I was also a necromancer, and necromancers who wore their emotions on their sleeves didn’t live long. For us, calm and peace of mind were crucial. And I was calm, quiet as a grave. Which was the exact place where those who disturbed me would go. I might be patient, but I am also vindictive. I’d endure everything, but I would take my revenge, and it wo