Harry Potter Demon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

“Oh, I’m not here to attack, baby. I’m here to get killed by you.” And the demon appeared in front of her, showing her his fangs. It made her chest go up whenever she breathes. The sight in front of her, it looks like someone who would devour her. “Wh-why would you w*-w*nt to get killed by me?” She stammers that made him look aw*y, a lopsided grin plastered on his mouth. “For you to make Hannock proud of you.” He answers. In just a second, he teleported behind her, his breathing hot on her neck. “Don’t worry. I would never take your heart out but I might just break it.”

Jeffrey's POV Easy baby! I'm not really who you think I am" i said and let out a loud laugh.. " What do you mean by that?" Saphira asked,confused.. "Aww..my pretty doll looks confused" I sneered. "Okay, Let me tell you an interesting story. There once lived a demon named corovi. He was a good citizen of a supernatural kingdom named Hace, but unfortunately he was cast out from his kingdom because he tried to poison the king..Sadly,he was thrown into the sea to drown and die. But luckily, a pretty Angel saved him not knowing that he will cause the doom of her kingdom" I narrated, pacing to and from..

The valley opened ahead, silver under the moonlight, but the drop was sheer—a hundred feet down into fog and roaring water. Aria skidded to a halt. “You can’t be serious.” “I’m a demon. I’m always serious.” Behind them, the hunters broke through the last of the trees, their sigils blazing blue. One raised a hand—light gathering for a killing spell. Kael didn’t hesitate. He pulled Aria flush against him. “Hold on.” “To what—” He jumped.

I realized it too. When he watched until the end of our wedding ceremony, after that, right in front of everyone to make me regret, he made a horrible choice. He want to remove his heavenly spiritual heart and offer it to the Aztarion Abyss just to become a Demon Alpha God. This act marked the easiest yet most difficult way to becoming an Devil. Once that happens, he would become a great destruction of everything, he will consumed by anger like no love, no mercy. Cruelty would define him forever.

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

“Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.” “What about teleporting? Can you do that?” “Can demons do that?” “How would I know?” I shot back. He chuckled, burying his face in my neck. “You’d think she’d have learned something from living with one for months now.” I sent my elbow into his side, but he didn’t so much as wince. “She hasn’t. Said demon has been preventing her from learning about demons.” “The books aren’t accurate. They even spelled my name wrong.”

Kris enters into our mind link hysterical, throwing me off guard. I focused in on them back at the castle, sensing Hunnie indeed was running a high fever since I left. "Ahhhh!!!... Don't tell me The witch was the woman you were bewitched to forget now...was it! You can't possibly be fighting me this hard for a dead witch! Hmmm. Never in a millions years would I ever think The Demon King would become infatuated with a carrying, about to die, Dark Witch at that! Hahahaha!" She leans over cackling like it was some big joke. Her barrier goes down in that split second while she coughed up her cancerous and black lungs.

His grip tightens, and I swallow thickly. "Of course." "If one of them so much as suspects our relationship is anything other than perfect, the agreement will be over, and I will expect you to enact your wifely duties,” he hisses. My stomach turns with disgust. "Yes, Oliver." Were I anyone other than me, I believe Oliver would be a doting, kind husband. I'm a Demon. Or at least, I have remnant's of Demon blood. And there is nothing more that Oliver despises more than Demon's.