Is Smile Demonic Novels & Stories

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

“It must be someone of a high class demon. Like me or Agares.” Both the demons had a tight frown on their forehead. “Oddly enough, it is a smell I have never ever known before. It’s as if the girl itself smelled like a demon.”

It’s a dark purple, it’s so enormous and poisonous upon breathing the smoke it releases. Samael laughed insanely, like there’s no tomorrow. Evil like him doesn’t just give up so easily and he’ll do everything to conquer the entire magic realm. Alice and the sisters frowned. It was the first time they saw a powerful devil slime and they couldn’t identify its weakness because its body is not just slimy but it also becomes a poisonous smoke when Demonise tries to slice it and it will grow back like nothing happened. This type of slime is so dangerous because the smoke could kill when inhaled.

He reached out but his hand and arm was still enveloped in some sort of black smoke, and from this close I could see his eyes were the deep black abyss that reminded me of Elias’ demon. “Erm… hi?” I asked. Was this somehow Elias’ demon in the flesh? Or the smoke or whatever. The smoke hand touched my cheek, and I gasped and flinched away. I couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling that I got. The closest being cold, dark and empty. But even that didn’t come close to what it felt like. Maybe soul sucking. His smile widened, and he moved closer to me. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed. “Back away, before I make you.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips and his smile grew further.

The thought sent a new wave of unease coursing through me. ‘Oh, she smells so good even from here.” The demon inhaled deeply, his expression shifting into something almost euphoric like he had just taken a drug. His eyes burned crimson, glowing with hunger. “I wonder if she tastes just as good.” “Why can’t we have a taste of her?” Another demon sneered, his voice thick with amusement. “We can smell her from here. You took a human and brought her into our domain—she must be something special.”

Damien smiled. .

' Hazel wondered to herself, her heart thumping as she trailed behind him past bodies of demons intertwined in impossible ways. They got to a corner of the room where fewer people were and she saw that there was an empty throne. The demon plopped down on the throne, dragging Hazel along with him. Hazel landed on his large belly and she almost threw up when she felt the cushion of her fall and turned to realize in horror that it was actually the demon's belly. "I am Lucas," The demon said with a leering smile instead of accentuating his facial qualities. The smile made visible, his rotten dentition and a foul order that had the undertone of the smell of sulphur.

The real alpha scrambled to his feet in sheer fear, his chair tumbling backward onto the stones with a loud crash as he pointed a shaking finger at his own perfect double. "This absolutely cannot be possible by any known laws of nature or wolf magic!" the alpha screamed, his face completely pale as his breathing turned into a series of panicked gasps. "Who are you, and what kind of demonic sorcery have you brought into our meeting hall tonight?" Damien smiled at his terror, walking slowly back to his seat at the high end of the table without a single care in the world. "Nothing is truly impossible in this valley as long as I am alive to guide our operations, my dear friend," he said softly,

~DAMON~ My smile radiates the whole library, but does not reflect on my heart. It’s a reflex action, something I find myself doing often even though it's the last thing I want to do. Smiling, throwing jokes, these have been a coping mechanism that's etched within my soul, an addiction I can't free myself from because it never feels like an addiction. “Damon!” Elvis in third year slaps my back mindlessly, drawing me closer to him. “Our dear vampire prince, will you grace us with your presence for this night's party?”

My chest felt weird; warm and fluttery, like someone had turned a light on inside it that I didn’t ask for. “Damian…” He watched me with this strange softness that didn’t match the demon he was last semester. “Let me do this,” he said quietly. “For once, let me do something right.” I didn’t know when my lips curved. I didn’t mean to smile. But I did. And he noticed because his eyes flicked down to my mouth like betrayal lived there. “Okay,” I whispered. He smirked like he’d just won an argument. “Good.”