Hooded Demon Novels & Stories

‘A demon…’ He muttered as he finally recognized what that thing was. Not a monster, not a boss— that thing is surely not a human at all. A pair of red orbs, a figure that can defy any form, it was indeed a demon. Lurking in the underworld… feeding their souls with greed and anger is how they gain power. “Brother Clad? Are you alright? ” Surprised as Alex touches his shoulder, if not for him doing so, he would not know what else would have ever happened.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

Louis said to him Jared nodded and they headed towards the only building in the cemetery. They got there and Louis opened the door. She heard the ripper growl and she looked in the corner. She could see his red beaming eyes, they glowed in the dark. She snapped her fingers and all the candles came on. Before her stood a nine foot demon with wings. It had chains on its arms and legs and it kept shifting between worlds. “You shouldn’t be here” Doris said to her

Shaykh was silent for a moment and replied, "It's my newest servant, and I'd advise you not to take any interest in him." Crosier paid no heed to Shaykh's advice; high-ranking demons were always arrogant and exclusive, and demon archdukes didn't take each other seriously. Crosier's thick tentacles reached out frivolously to the man in the black cloak, hooking the hood that covered his face and trying to pick him up. The man slightly sidestepped his face, followed by a flash of cold light, the longsword in his hand lifted and fell in an instant, the sharp blade slicing at Crosier's poisonous python-like tentacle with a menacing aura.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

As they approached, she watched as seven of them reduced in size until they adopted the same human skin Jochelo bore and bowed on their knees, bare as a new born babe. The last one shrunk till his head was just below the very top of the roof, then bent over. As he showed his head to Andreas in a bow, he slowly looked to Eleanor, let out a sound that reminded her of a growl and spat out words in another language, to which Andreas replied to rather dryly. Taking a closer look at it when her courage grew, she saw a large extension of black where it's chin should be. So demon had a farm on his face? Huh. Demons had beards. Fantastic. It must be a he then. Per Andreas' command, she watched it shr

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Any sign of weakness and the demon would pluck and play with my wounds until I bled out. “Morningstar spawn,” the demon crackled in its otherworldly voice. I kept my expression blank. “Abaddon” Coops strained against the metal cuff holding his neck in place. I realized it was the demon trying to tilt its head. His eyes were the most unsettling part. They belonged to Coop—they were his warm shade—but there was nothing but madness and endless hunger behind them, and nothing of the boy who had first introduced me to magic. I accepted the jar of bubbling goo from Nova and began painting the entrapment sigil on the floor. The demon’s grin widened with each brush stroke as it realized what I was g

the demon said and a cloud of thick smoke that mixed red and black enveloped the surroundings. Linus felt a different sensation in his body. The red and black smoke brought him in front of the mirror and there he saw himself transfigured. Two horns, and red eyes. That form of his disappears whenever he wants. The demon was very happy with what happened. He has another disciple. The contract with the devil causes Linus to no longer be able to talk to other angels including Jacob and he will only see demons around. Those demons will push him to do vile things.