Hand Demon Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry about that, Elle. I want to check the arm. Hold it out gently and I will check and examine it." Elle did as she had been told to and Damien held her arm gently, running his palm up and down the length of it. As he ran his palm over her wrist, Elle tensed. He peered at it more closely again before using his thumb to feel something there. As he pressed her wrist, she let out a sharp scream and Damien was amazed by how Ariel had managed to do something like this. "Elle, I am afraid your wrist has been dislocated," he said and Elle gasped in surprise.

Was I feeling any numbness in my fingers? Was my vision blurry? Was I hallucinating? Fear overwhelmed me in every sense. Finally, at dawn, a gray-haired specialist walked over with my report. He was the most renowned toxicologist in the city. Peter had recommended me to him. “Young man, you’re very fortunate.” The specialist pushed his glasses against his nose bridge. I almost cried at his words. “You don’t seem to be suffering from any nerve damage.” I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed against the chair.

The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall. "Is that all you've got?" the demon hissed, its eyes glowing like embers as it swung a massive, shadow-cloaked fist. Kai ducked the blow, the wind from the strike ruffling his hair, and countered with a palm strike to the demon's chest that sent a shockwave rippling through the corridor. The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size.

He said with a twinkle in his eye. “Richard stop being so rude and just generally creepy!” Edward scolded. A tall man with curley brown hair and grey eyes came forward and grabbed Jamie’s left hand, bringing it to his lips quickly kissed it “My name is Edward and my demon name is Dagon. We are both very pleased to meet you. I will be teaching hand to hand combat fighting. I apologise for my General’s behaviour, he just a bit tired that is all.” He gave Jamie a quick wink.

he informed it. The demon says nothing. Merely stares idly at his finger. In that space of a second, Hans instantly felt very stupid, so pathetic that he even has to ask for some permission to stand, to tend to himself– It grabs his hand and licks the blood clean. And even after it closes it eyes and resumes its naps without a damn word, Hans still couldn’t find it in him to move, to say something, to do something. Hell, he thinks he couldn’t even properly breathe–

“Don’t crease your forehead, you will look like an old lady.” My eyes widened in surprise to see him leaning towards me as soon as he appeared. “What the heck, Doom! You startled me,” I exclaimed as I pushed him away from me but his well-toned body did not even move an inch. "What?" "You are too close," I said as I playfully knocked his head lightly, but he was able to catch my hand. "Hey, let go," I said as I tried to squeeze my hand away from his grip. "No, but I can just chop-chop your hand if you want to."

"You've certainly gotten bold today. Is this your new way of trying to turn me on?" As his warm breath brushed my ear, he lifted the hem of my sweater and slid his hand beneath it. I turned and pressed down on his hand. "And why on earth would I want to turn you on? Your skills in that area are hardly worth bragging about." "Damn it, Emma!" Jake shouted, his expression freezing, shock and humiliation crashing together across his face. His eyes churned with a flicker of shock and menace. "You'd better watch your attitude, or else—"

It was a perfect complement to the Hand of Arousal, ensuring that any woman I touched would be putty in my hands. Just as I was about to check out, a sudden pop-up ad caught my attention. It was an advertisement for an ability called "Lust Demon." The description was enticing: "Make any woman surrender to you completely if you ejaculate inside her. This ability ignores all previous rules. Whether the woman has a weak or strong will, she will be yours after just one encounter."

He raised his hand and used his Demon-slain Finger. Boom! The Fifth Fiend Lord's doppelganger let out a furious roar as the Demon-slain Finger struck down on him. After the clouds of smoke and dust dissipated, the Fifth Fiend Lord's doppelganger broke into pieces. His body was covered with cracks, looking like a cracking porcelain doll that would break when touched.

Back when she just found Hilda, and upon having the doctor tell her that Hilda survived, she laughed in the same jubilant, yet agonized and self deprecating manner. After she did so, she turned around while tears stained her cheeks, which was something that had never happened ever since she found Hilda. She could recall in vivid detail everything regarding Adrian Damien. His right hand was slender, embellished with lustrous nails, but the only flaw on it was that the joints on his index finger were much bigger compared to his other fingers. Thus, he always made sure to wear some sort of apparel around it to cover it up. Jerome Bowen had a similar bone structure, which was why he could wear t