Jason Male Anime Demon Novels & Stories

I couldn’t. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to turn back, to not do this. To stay far, far away from the monster I was running straight toward. But I had no choice. Jason’s shallow breathing haunted me, the sickly pale hue of his skin, the fever burning beneath it. He was getting worse. And no one in the pack would save him. No one but him. Damien Thorne. The name alone sent a chill through me. A creature neither fully wolf nor fully vampire, but something far worse—a hybrid.

El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth. "But this has never happened before in the history of demons. It must have something to do with the fact that she was human," Azazel, the only female present, spoke with a rigid and cold tone. She was the strongest demoness in the land, trained by the Demon God of Fire and the Queen Mother herself. "She was never truly human. She is an orb—a human orb. She is different from the others. Her heart was pure, but now it is tainted with my blood flowing through her veins," El-Kharis explained, tired of defending his mate.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

[Mana Capsule: A device that increases the user's mana recovery rate. The device is simple. However, it is really valuable for anyone. But not for me. The only way I could run out of mana is if my summons died 740 times in a row or if I was continually employing my death element. [Status] Name: JIN Race:Draconic Demon{Unique} Class: Dragon Sentinel Secondary class: Necrosmith Titles- Dragonslayer Aura: Demonic Aura (Purple) Elemental Affinity- Death, Pure Fire Level: 65/100

She added. " Tricks? " I repeated in disbelief. "Or maybe you are trying to take revenge on me for what my family did to you?" She furrowed her brows. I angrily grabbed her neck. "What are you doing Jeffrey? You are hurting me" she choked. " I am corovi. A demon. And a very deadly one. I only changed into a human in order to deceive you and make you fall for me since you're the chosen one who is supposed to stop me" I hoarsed and roughly pushed her away.

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?”

That lazy smile framed the demon's face again, his eyes briefly sweeping through my grandfather whose lips were parted in shock. Then Xavier Vincenzo fucking brought the glass to his lips, and sipped, deliberately getting some on his jaw. Long delectable pink tongue reached out and swiped against his skin, and this time I wasn't confused about what he was drinking anymore as my senses connected the scent coming from the head. He was fucking feasting on our ambassador's blood. Fucking hell, I felt the lycans' fury, the frustration at being insulted so blatantly, the undescribable feelings of rage threatening to turn the castle into a bloodbath.

Vixen scoffed, “You don’t have to yell.” “Don’t be such a sour babe, babe.” Vixen pale face twisted into confusion. Her dark brows scrunched as her black painted lips pulled down into a confused scowl. “What?” “Love you!” Jason cooed out, wrapping his arms around her. Immediately, Vixen began to wiggle and swat at the arms that held her. Her green eyes shooting glares at her mate, digging her sharp nails into his arms. “Let go of me.”

" There it is again, that high school boy's flirty smirk. "We need to go back to the Bayou Jackson." Both of us stand frowning "Why" Jackson asks with his arms crossed over his chest "Because we need to speak to your mate, we need to know if the Demon who possessed her was male or female." This time I am the one asking questions. "Hmm, what does gender matter, Gabriel? And why can't we just face time her? Why take a two-hour trip for some information and drive all the way back here to get back into your books?" He blows out a gush of breath clearly irritated. "Fine Video call her then, you young kids of today." I still want to know what gender has to do with anything so I cross my arms over