Hooded Demon Novels & Stories

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

Jared said in a deep eerie voice that reeked malicious intent as saliva dripped from his mouth. The demon was unlike anything they had ever seen or faced before. It towered over them, with skin that was as black as coal and eyes that glowed a demonic red. It wielded a massive claw that looked as if it could cleave them in two with a single blow. Still, Leon showed no fear as he leaped and shifted into his Lycan form

“Something’s coming. Something worse.” A low rumble shook the ground, and the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur. From the shadows emerged a massive figure, its form wreathed in flames. It was a creature straight out of a nightmare—a demon, its horns curling like blackened tree roots and its eyes glowing with hellfire. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fatima said, staring up at the beast. The demon roared, its voice shaking the ground. “You dare trespass in my domain?”

The longer he looked at the figure, the more he had the feeling of seeing into a blackness. The figure wore a long robe that was completely black. A hood with gold ornaments was pulled deep into the demon's face. Black hair protruded from the hood and the strands danced slightly in the wind. But in addition to the long hair, two horns protruding from the hood had caught Godric's attention. They were black and long. They were mighty horns that weren't too big. They matched the size of the unknown.

Swallowing a large lump in my front I grappled with the right term, “You, changed? You had horns?” “My demon nature Avalon. Over the centuries we have learnt to tame our true selves, but what you saw was the curse that God placed on all of our kind for rising against him.” His tone would suggest that this was the most normal thing in the world, to him I guess it was. For me this was definitely not normal. On the other hand, It wasn’t exactly as if I was completely ignorant to the world of creatures. So why was I so surprised that demons were able manifest themselves into something that was so representative of their name?