Hello Kitty Demon Novels & Stories

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

He tells me. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I tell him. Max, Sebastian, Damien, and I left the hotel room to head to Pretty Kitty and the others went to Bottoms Up. We decided to hit up more than one place at a time to try and cover our bases faster. We entered Pretty Kitty and once again were surrounded by bitches. I averted my eyes and took out the crystal that Sebastian brought with him. He had a witch make a crystal that would glow when near a demon. The only problem is it doesn’t tell you who the demon is.

I gauge the amount of time I want to spend in each area then explore. The first level is more pop and hip hop, but it has a fun, lively vibe. I dance to several songs and an unsuspecting mountain lion shifter hits on me. “I’m not something you want to handle, buddy,” I whisper. “I’m far more lethal than anyone here would suspect, so don’t try anything.” “I heard Kirsune are docile and love to be dominated,” he purrs against my neck. “You heard wrong. I only like to be dominated by worthy men and I give as good as I get,” I snarl as I swiftly grab his balls and twist them then turn to face him, still holding them.

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

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Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

He finally managed to catch up to her just in time and wrapped her in a bear hug and flapped his wings going to the ground. He landed on the ground near a river at the bottom of the cliff and set her down watching her in shock. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The silver-eyed demon was clearly a cattagon. How had he never seen this before? She was a cattagon. She had both traits of the dracion and catrina. It made them extremely dangerous depending on which they took after more. Although it was clear she took more after the cattrina.

I argue, trying my best not to give up. Ever so slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are black and soulless. His skin color washes away as a shadow emerges from his chest and slowly separates from his body. Covering my mouth, I try my best not to scream as the demonic creature shifts its head and looks at me. There are no eyes, just empty black holes. The Demon has three fingers each and smelled of burned ash. The more I stare at it, the more I recognize what it is. "Katrina!" The voice yells out.

It’s not Alix after all – it’s his and Zee’s younger cousin, Demetrios. I heave a sigh of relief, grateful that Demetrios is too absorbed in his iPhone to notice the crazy girl pressed against the Fable cutout and her friend in the red dressing gown. “Are you done pashing Lyall yet? Can we leave?” Kitty asks, wiggling her eyebrow and smiling cheekily at me. “I’m pretty keen to get changed out of this getup.” “Yeah, let’s go,” I say. “Sorry about… um… the craziness.”