Laughing Demon Novels & Stories

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit–! But the demigod just let out a short, scoffing laugh, looking a bit smug (instead of getting offended) like a cat that got the canary–or the cream, whatever works–as he coughed in his fist and half-turned away from the camera, one of his shoulder trembling visibly with barely-restrained laughter. Of all the things Alastor expected right now (shock, disbelief, I don’t know maybe disgust), being laughed at didn't really cross his mind.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

I blurted out the question. I noticed that his smile faltered. "Ethan Grant." He responded grimly before he turned away to look in front. "Ethan is the biggest douchebag in this college. He thinks he owns the place because his dad's the Dean. He likes to beat people up for fun." Skylar put in bitterly. I could feel my face contorting in disgust. What kind of a creep beat people up for fun? Maybe I could teach him a lesson or two. ************* "Hey Verena, wait up!" I heard Skylar's breathless voice call out from behind.

He stared back without saying anything. She pressed her lips softly to his forehead. Then his cheek. "I don't peck monsters. So, as at this moment, you're demonstersified." He laughed. The skin around his eyes crinkled with happiness and Clea felt her heart swell. "Is that a real word?" "Yes, by my order." "Okay." She rubbed his cheek. "Besides, you're too handsome to be a monster." His lips twitched like he was holding back a smile. "Am I?"

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

I growled angrily and heard one of the babies start to cry. "I'm going to need a nanny, perhaps a couple," I mumbled bitterly as I headed to the back bedroom. I paused in the doorway to see a female demon caring for my children. She had long silky black hair and she nursed my child on her supple breasts. "Who are you," I questioned outright and swallowed uncomfortably when she turned and purred,"I'm Dakini, your wetnurse from Lucifer." I ground my molars and grabbed the coverlet off the bed and tossed it over her bare chest. I cursed Lucifer testing my fidelity with the sexy bitch demon. My eyes traveled down her perfect body and back to her face to see she had her long tongue wrapped around

He has managed to treat and bandage his upper body and is about to head out of my bedroom when I stop him. “Are you going to be okay?” He smiles. He’s genuinely amused by my question. In fact, he’s laughing at me. “I’m a demon,” he reminds me. “The wounds will heal overnight.” I nod. His smile fades and he gives me one last look before leaving my bedroom. *** After a rough night of tossing and turning, I manage to get only a few hours of sleep. I climb out of bed reluctantly and get cleaned up before heading downstairs to see Annie shuffling around in my kitchen.

His eyes wide with amusement, arousal, and lust. Smirking, I mumbled, “trust me. I’d rather hold a cactus than hold you.” I wanted to be intimidating, but what happened next astounded me. The Devil laughed. He threw his head back laughing, clutching his stomach with tears building up on the side of his eyes. My cheeks were on fire, my entire body was trembling in anger, humiliation. I turned my back on him to hide my embarrassment and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m... sorry…” he said in between laughs. He didn’t sound sorry at all. He takes fun in making me mad at him, he’s turning me into a laughingstock. “Ren…”