Hand Demon Novels & Stories

“A dragon. The way it wrapped around his wrist—it wasn’t like a normal design. It looked… custom. Expensive. Detailed. Almost ceremonial.” My fingers tapped against the armrest of my chair. I memorized the detail instantly. “It’s the only physical identifier I ever saw. That and… he wore a black ring on the same hand.” I gave a slow nod. “Now that... is something.” Damon looked relieved, but I wasn’t done.

The skin is a dark, grotesque, reddish tone tainted with black tar, and the nails are long and sharp. Demon hands.

Demons within me Tore disconnected his link to Thamer when he saw him fall on the ground and wounded. He's not yet fully in controlled with his demon part. He got fooled by his own family, his father Felix and his brother Alexer. " Aries, come here quick!" He called one of his Damah. He's a snake man, his feet were in snake's form with a green skin and he's upper part was in human form except that he got two elongated horns on every side of his head.

In a moment of carelessly he dashed towards Pathfinder with his gauntlets morphing into two large gloves that looked to be capable of crashing a hill. With a small bellow he pulled his arms back and brought them crashing down with such ferocity that Pathfinder’s hair was blown backwards! “Wait!” the female Wind Demon tried to stop her colleague, but it was already too late. He had made his move and would be unable to pull out of it.

“Oh, no! You didn’t!” Cali exclaimed as the claws of one of the horned demon’s hands tore through her shirt and scratched into her flesh. The demon sneered and reached for her with its three other arms, but once again Cali was too quick. Before it could grab her with its remaining hands, she pivoted and spun around behind it. With one hand braced on its bony shoulder and the other on its head, she bent its neck back with her vampire strength and sank her fangs into the leathery skin of its thick, gnarled neck. As she held it in the grip of her jaw, the freak batted at her with its arms while violently jerking this way and that, attempting to throw her off. Cali sank her teeth in deeper, feel

His blood-stained face was ferocious, and he lifted his palm as he aimed at Heidi. "Go to hell! Blood Devouring Palm!" Bang! The bulge on his palm instantly exploded, and blood surged out uncontrollably. Under everyone's surprised gaze, it formed a massive, bloody, and frightening palm with crooked fingers. Then, as if it were the demon's hand, it swept at Heidi.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Darina said in awe as she spotted Demon. “He knows that. He is vain.” I snickered. Demon lifted his head, ears turned to the front because he heard his name and shook his head. His black mane lifting and falling back onto his proud neck. I went over to him, and he put his head on my shoulder. “Can I?” Darina asked, her hand hesitated. She longed to touch him. I took her hand in mine and placed it on Demon’s neck. The sparks travelled down my arms, and I wondered if she felt it too.

Evelyn handed out her fingertip and said, "See, it's like this." Shaykh: "......" Shaykh: "Sometimes humans are so weak I feel sorry for them. You should be happy that demons are born and confined to this hellhole." The thick black tentacles were retracted. In its place was a bare, smooth, fair-skinned and delicate hand. It looked like a human hand, with normal five fingers, well-proportioned, and even the nails were a healthy pale pink color. The hand was very thin, more like a woman's than a man's, but the bones were much thicker than a woman's.

The metal handle was now twisted at an angle, but Nana brought it down again. The demon stopped it with a single hand. It turned on my Nana and this time a scream did tear itself from my throat. “No, don’t!” “Silence,” he snarled, whirling around to bare his teeth in my face. I had been right the first time. The demon had two sets of canines. The pair on the outside were longer than the ones on the inside. He turned back to my Nana and plucked the broom from her hands. “Her mind looks strange.”