Novel & Cerita Hooded Demon

Behind her was Beelzebub and his company, the demon who drives death, Samuel. A sudden ambience was felt as a third individual appeared out of nowhere. The figure was of a masculine attribute and this very figure was hooded, clothed in a medieval grey warlock hood. "The feel of earth, how humble mortals are." The voice was heard for the first time, the voice of this very person. It was the most malevolent voice ever heard and this very figure radiated evil. He slowly turned over, as sight was about to catch his face which by the side angle was total darkness. All that was seen was nothing before the scene ends, thus concluding the chapter.

But today is different, the red aura is like a fire, carrying the power to burn everything, like a dooms fire ignited by anger and resentment, and seems to be able to brighten and illuminate every dark corner of this world. The two faced each other not long before the shadow fell to the ground, turning into a Shadow Demon. The Shadow Demon saw his black cloak burned, looked unbearably pathetic, and immediately threw it away. This is the first time Palomas Blancas has seen his true form, then the appearance of the Dark Devil is not ugly, he has a very masculine, attractive face, clear angles, eyebrows like two swords, and a pair of eyes like two-thousand-year-old still lakes. The flaming aura

Yric looked up and saw the creatures that made him hide behind Xurden. “Don’t move from my back and just stay quiet,” Xurden said. “We’ll take care of them.” The first demon was still wearing his colorful cloak. But he tied his long hair at that moment behind his head. His companion wore a black cloak and a skull mask covered his face.

Another being wearing a hoodie, the man that were following Chaira all this time just after she reborn popped out from a smoke and appeared in the dark corner too, looking over at the smoke that were turning red, blue then to gray once again. “Where?” his cold and hoarse voice sounded shortly along with his short words, but it made the smoke to once again change the color of its body. Besides the subconscious fear it felt towards this demon, it was somewhat surprised after realizing that this man in front of it was using the language they---the low-level spirit and the so-called humans, can understand. Even though, the words uttered were still too short. The man wearing a hoodie turned its h

The security guards at the entrance all raised their stun batons. "It's a demon! Electric shock probably won't work!" "Quick! Lock down the perimeter! Evacuate the area!" A demon? I looked up, and sure enough, there was Raven, striding in step by step. He still wore the black hoodie I had bought him. The hood covered most of his face, and his entire body radiated killing intent. With each step forward, the lobby grew more scorching. "Where's Chloe Sutton? Where are you keeping her?"

We are all being hunted down by somebody, and the tinge of apprehension is evident in all our gazes as we look between each other. "Who is that?" I ask warily. "You tell me, this isn't my home," Keo reminds us. We are in Territory Six right now, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. This person behind the door hasn't just randomly stumbled across this place, but at least not many in this Territory have been alerted to the known Demon. I sigh, stalking over to open the door. Each one of us flinches at who stands there. "Atari?" I gasp. She stands there in a black coat, the hood pulled over her head. She smirks cruelly at me, my blood turning ice cold at the sight of her.

Once inside he was led by an attendant to one of the rooms on the top floor at the end of a dark corridor where most of their high profile patrons would use. Once inside, with the attendant leaving and the door shut, the man pulled down his hood, it revealed the man was young with a smooth face and an arrogant smirk. Through the parting of his cloak, he was dressed in a uniform which is worn by none other than the Qin’s Family’s servants.

This was who he was. A demon. And tonight, the hunger inside him screamed louder than ever. His vision swam with shadows as his pupils dilated, distorting the world around him. He stumbled into the darkness of the room, reaching blindly for the bed to ground himself. But instead of fabric, his fingers brushed soft, warm skin. A body. A person. He snarled, his face twisting into a scowl, lips pulled back as he loomed over her. “Who are you?” he demanded, voice ragged, distorted by the demon rising in his throat.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

A couple of females took notice, glancing over at him and whispering to each other. "Who's that?" a small witch murmured with slight interest. "A demon," another female whispered. "He must be a berserker, to be that big. Why is he demonic? Is he looking to start a fight?" "Never had a berserker before," the small one purred. "Don't even think about it," yet a different witch warned. "He's the cursed king. The demon within controls that one. He'd rip you to pieces." They shook their heads, their expressions a mixture of pity and fear. The back of his neck heated beneath the hood of his cloak. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists until his claws bit into his palms.