I M Really Not Demon God Lackey Novels & Stories

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

Well, what do I expect their food to eat here when the only foods in the world are made from animals, fruits, and vegetables? "Thank you, Old Remi," I thanked her with a sincere smile as I tasted the food she cooked for me. Old Remi's chicken soup is delicious, although I don't know what kind of recipe is this. But really tasty. "By the way, where is Linux?" I asked as I remembered the man who looked like a dog but turned out to be a werewolf demon. "He's just somewhere nearby. He must be thinking now about what happened to Sabina and how to get revenge on Sirus."

I have to resist the urge to compare Logan's traits with his, along with his confidence, his intelligence and the kind of security he gives me, because maybe it's unfair to compare a common man to a demon. It takes every bit of effort to rip my eyes away from his body and focus on staying calm like he suggested. The two stop by our table, one of them saying, “Look who we have here.” “And with a pretty lady too,” the other one adds. I cringe inwardly. I may not have the audacity to compare a commom man to a demon just yet, but nothing is going to stop me from comparing these two losers with Logan. It's like he's built different.

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

He halted and bit his lip. “Do you like me, General?” Kat gave him a languid smile. He glared at her. “You’re lucky the most powerful vampire ever known has clearly laid claim to you.” He growled. “Most powerful…I guess that’s why he managed to…” Kat saw the General’s eyes darkened in want. “Do you think you could handle me?” Kat stood up and sat down in the chair again with an amused smile. “I am favourite of Demon Lord Basille, one of the nine overlords in the Demon Realm…how do you think I am expected to behave for him?”

Tsarayu could not even judge their cultivation level but he knew they were really strong, as they could fly at such high speeds. The person they were running towards was a man with blood-red irises, red hair, and a handsome demonic charm. It was the same person he had seen in his last dream, just that his golden irises had turned blood red now. In his last dream this guy looked like a handsome scholar, but this time this guy looked like he was bloodthirsty and very angry at something or someone. He slaughtered his way through the realm of Gods, killing every god he could find standing in his sight as if they were just obstructions. He continued moving forward towards the large palace at the

“Three against one? You really think that’s enough?” “Bring it tootz!” They growled. “That’s Alpha you bunch of flea bitten mutts.” I let my aura start to leak out and slightly overpower theirs combined. “Or you can just call me Demon.” I said as I flashed my fangs and watched all of them go pale and run away. I never get to have any fun.

I reply. Zeke suddenly knocked and entered my office letting us know that the room was ready. I led Layla down the hall as servants and lower level demons walked around us bowing as they walked by. Occasionally there would be whispheres among them and no doubt they were wondering who exactly Layla was. "So what do you think about the underworld my lady?" Zeke asks Layla to help take the focus away from all the whispering servants. "It's actually very nice. It kind of reminds me a little of a big castle that's underground." Layla replies honestly.

"So... You two are getting married." like that Statement from Dean, repeating Ariesta's story. The man had serious doubts about Edzar's plans, just like Ariesta, unsure that everything would turn out well. The problem is they're tricking legends. The world famous Treasury. The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword

Unbeknownst, even to Elara, Icarus is a demon sent from hell to push her towards the darkside. Lief, on the other hand, was tall and lean, with delicate features and a gentle smile. He wore a white shirt and white trousers, hiding his wings. Lief was an angel who took it upon himself to foil Icarus’ plans. Lief and Icarus have known each other for centuries. They were once friends before Icarus turned dark and became a demon. Now Lief tracks his every moment, to make sure his once best friend never does anything so dark that his soul can’t be redeemed. Icarus is not a full demon, which is why he still has a body and is able to roam the Earth freely. “Hello, little one.” Lief said, his voice