Handsome Demon Novels & Stories

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

I could feel the rage rolling off him. But immediately the demon fully stepped out of the painting and in human form. I felt my jaw drop. It felt like my brain couldn't process what my eyes were seeing. DAMN. He was no longer weird looking or even ugly. He wasn't monstrous. He looked like something sculpted by the angels with a little touch of darkness to make him as perfect as he is. He had flawless skin, icy blue eyes, dark luscious hair, and a smile so devilishly beautiful.

He had power over any woman or being, she was no exception, just looking into his eyes and my entire being examined him in depth: tall, brown hair with blonde highlights, early thirties, muscular, blue eyes, deep voice and sexy. Let's face it, a spectacle. - You are exceptionally beautiful, Miss Backer. - He said. - Sorry I scared you. – The demon added, taking her in his hands, a beautiful body close to hers, even if pressing her breasts towards his chest, which was not his intention. I move my head again like a doll, at that time, the woman thought how stupid and naive she was. I stand up with the folder in my hands and ask: - Do you know that Miss Did Heinrich come with you?

“Did you just say his nasty face?” I closed my eyes. “Yes.” I opened one eye and looked at him sheepishly. “I told him that Demons are red, ugly, and have nasty faces too.” “I certainly am not red or ugly. I do believe I’ve had a nasty face more than once in my life. Puberty was not kind to me,” he said in good humor. “So, you don’t have a hidden face?” I asked. “No. Some Demons do; some only have what you would consider deformed features, and some are unable to hide their horns. It just depends on the breed of Demon,” he elaborated.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

He sneered and said, "You are so angry. Do you have an affair with the rhinoceros demon just now?" "You!" Azure Ox widened its eyes as if there was a volcano erupting in its pupils. But at this time, a golden-haired, majestic demon stood out from the middle of the 15 demons. Not only did it have long hair, but its beard was also golden. Every move it made had the demeanor of a king. With this type of temperament, it was easy to imagine that this was a shapeshifting male lion. The demon's eyes were bright as it looked at Caspian and said, "Cultivator, the fact that you are here shows that you are extraordinary.

The demon kept mocking Damon based on his beautiful physical appearance. “You talk too much, are you sure you ain't a bitch?" Damon gave him a piece of his own medicine and that seemed to anger the high ranked demon as he frowned. “Let's see who's the bitch here, boy!" The demon said battle ready and Damon smiled softly. At least he was able to make the high ranked demon acknowledge he is a male by calling him boy now Damon is ready to make him bleed.

The demon—because there was no mistaking what he was—looked like every dark fantasy I’d ever had made flesh. Tall, easily over six feet, with a build that suggested lethal strength wrapped in expensive tailoring. His suit was immaculate, black on black, perfectly fitted to broad shoulders and a tapered waist. But it was his face that made my mouth go dry. Devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. Sharp cheekbones, full lips curved in an amused smirk, and eyes—God, his eyes. They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black.

“Hey, wake up!” This time the demon weakly opens his eyes. Blood covers his scruffy beard and toned chest. He’s quite beautiful. This time his eyes are dark instead of glowing an icy color. He has long dark ebony hair and high cheekbones. In fact, he looks a bit familiar. I just can’t recall who he looks like. As soon as he sees us, he releases a threatening growl. But Rowan and I remain where we are. “Calm down, man. I’m here to help.” Rowan mutters gently.