Hand Demon Novels & Stories

We got outside and inhaled the fresh cool breeze, I tried wiggling myself out of the Demon’s hands but all I got was a growl and I dared not to look at his face. “Try doing that again and see if I will hesitate to drop you on the ground.” His cold voice which I was starting to get used to warned making me stay still, I couldn't tell if it was from the cool breeze or from his voice that made me shiver but I made sure I stood still while he placed me in the car entering after I did. “Is it just me or this Don is bipolar? A few minutes ago, he was calling me baby girl and shooting someone just for touching me. Now

"Raise your hand higher!" Delldora folded his arms, staring at Hana, who immediately followed his orders with a fierce gaze. He patted his forehead when he saw Hana who made the wrong move again. "If it's like this, over time I can grow old faster.." He grumbled. To which Hana immediately answered with a speech "But boss, you're a demon who can't get old, remember?" Hana smiled awkwardly when Delldora widened his eyes ferociously at her. She quickly shut her mouth and repeated the movements Delldora had taught her.

she whispers again, this time looking at the bunch of her own husbands. "To clarify, I assume what Lenox calls snippidy whatever the fuck it is, it's actually a vasectomy?" The demon asks, looking at everyone but Seth and me. I don't think he's being disrespectful. In fact, something about his body language tells me he's being wary of precautions. As if he could look at us the wrong way and hurt us. Demon or not, he seems to be a good guy, and even I'm happy he's joining this over-the-top family.

She couldn’t read his lips though with what he said. He had a very strong grip on her bleeding hand, and there was an odd sensation tingling down her wrist now. He put their clasped hands down over her chest and his eyes were still black. For the first time in a very long time she actually questioned if maybe there were things more than human. Hard to not think about it when it was staring you in the face. He couldn’t be demon, she had tested several times. So what exactly was he? She glanced down at their joined hands. A burn was there and the tingle farther up her arm.

I almost gave him a hard time for his paranoia. Almost "Sydlynhamitra," a burly young male demon with shoulders the size of the mountain and a body to match stepped out of the crowd heading to the balcony, his amber eyes on fire, power swirling around his hands, "I, Mobicandron, Knight of the Tenth Plane, challenge you for status." ***

The Demon Alpha’s eyes narrowed, and his hand moved instinctively to my wrist. “We’re not alone.”

“I am favourite of Demon Lord Basille, one of the nine overlords in the Demon Realm…how do you think I am expected to behave for him?” Batton remained silent, his jaw muscles ticking as he grit his teeth, his eyes blazing with that golden sheen. Kat tilted her head at him with a cocky little smirk. “You don’t even know my demon form…don’t be too hasty, General.” Batton lifted his head a little at that, a look of bewilderment and awe coming into his expression as he couldn’t help but wonder just how dangerous this provocative little demon was. “So the restraints stay on then…” He muttered looking at her darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Can you tell me the answer to one question?”

didn't struggle like most women who pretend to resist and then weaken under the erotic mix. Obviously, the figure before me is clearly a man. He was mature and had a body that was well-proportioned among metrosexuals. His muscle bulges were not as big as a body builder's, but they were something to be proud of in front of the women who were his frequent customers. "Why is this still reacting?" I asked after managing to drop him on the bed and grabbing the tension in front of my face. Yes, the tantalizing shape of the half-arm-length club was leaking its transparent lubricant at the tip. It was a little salty to the tongue, but I loved his sexy moans.

A massive, calloused hand snapped down and wrapped completely around my left wrist. The grip was bone-crushing. The air rushed out of my lungs in a single, painful gasp as his fingers dug into my delicate bones, stopping my movement instantly. Hector stopped pushing me away. He stood perfectly still. The frantic energy of the shouting room seemed to fade into total silence as he slowly lowered his gaze from my crying face down to my trapped, hidden arm. His dark eyes hardened into something utterly lethal. He knew exactly what I held in my hand.

“I came through you. I don’t belong to you. I belong to nobody.” I surged the mist, tried to pull her deeper, to remind her of what it felt like to be mine. The clearing pulsed with shadows, with the force of memory, of fear, of everything I could make her relive. I was so close. But she moved. Her hand found the glass vase on the altar table, one I hadn’t placed. Not today. PetSmart holding in place the mist that I was controlling. It was the method that I was using to keep it at bay. To keep it controlled under my control.