Inosuke Demon Romane & Geschichten

The snake demon was much taller than him and looked like the ideal man that any girl would drool over. Sei laughed and caught the fist easily before pulling the cute snow fox in and stole a kiss. Soubi's brain short-circuited when their lips connected. the snake demon blinked when he didn't receive a reaction out of his childhood friend and crush. Could it be that the Soubi didn't register the kiss? As the snake demon leaned in once more to kiss Soubi, the snow fox regained his common sense and struggled with all his might in panic and pushed the alpha away.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

Kozuko didn’t mind his sister, his focus was more into Hannock. Just as Kozuko jumped forth to Hannock, he summoned his sword, swing it back and as he landed his sword clanked with Hannock’s sword. Their glistening eyes met, both their noses crinkling in anger. He was expecting his uncle to meet his sword anyway. Kozuko jumps back a little, just enough to create some distance for them. Finally, he could be in battle with Hannock. “The look you have on your face is familiar, demon.” “Demon? You know who I am, Hannock! You were expecting my arrival!” Kozuko roared.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Kent grunted. "Kent, ugh where in god's good name are we?" Yuuno moaned. The Demon smirked. "It would seem that you two have returned to my domain… It would seem." Yuuno saw the Demon's form for the first time as a mixture of a werewolf and a Dragon. The Demon stood as 11 foot and 9 inches tall, with jet black scales and fangs of silver. His eyes burned a bright drowning in the blood of the guilty, the demon had 7 horns 3 upon the sides of his head and the other upon his forehead shaping it into a crown of thorns.

The girl's chest heaved, her face paled. Plash! King Arsen returned to human form. "Sorry to startle you," he said. "Are you okay?" Again the man said, he put his arm around Kalina and hugged the girl. "I hope you're getting used to our true form," he babbled, not caring that the girl in his arms was getting shocked. 'What the hell is this demon? It's a good thing he's handsome, if he's ugly, it's a big loss,' Kalina thought.

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?”

I summon my courage and look up. And there he is, like the king of the underworld, walking out of the dark, his hands stained with blood, and the other hand clutching the throat of one of the thugs. He really appeared, it's him, the king of hell, Leonardo Cassano. A demon who became my salvation tonight.

Vincent's fingers itched to rip the bastard's throat out. Not yet, his wolf warned. Heading to the center table laden with food and drink he snatched up a bottle of wine, chugging it straight from the bottle. "Has anyone ever told you, you drink too much, dog?" a sneering voice mocked. A snarl vibrated up his chest as he glared sideways at the demon. Ivan the Defiler glared right back at him, his cold eyes like ice. Leaning against the table the demon crossed his arms, his black hair hanging to his waist. His face was harsh and cruel, a permanent sneer on his lips, while his black horns curled up from the sides of his head, the sharp points glinting in the light.