Novelas y relatos de Lilim Demons

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

“I want to ask you, king. Regarding the problem of the soul of a demon which, even though it feels like it has been finished, will still live forever, is that true? Because after all, there is no other way to win the demon's soul other than using a very long way and also using very great power. Of course, this is something that we have to consider and this is something that we cannot just ignore because no matter what, the devil will never be able to understand and will never be able to comprehend what is happening and at any time Ibis will definitely will feel that they are the most perfect figure and that they are the truest figure and also more than that, they will become an oppressed fig

he added. I nodded slowly, processing his words. “I see. Did Lilith say anything about this?” My curiosity piqued, but his response was a simple shake of his head. “No,” Damien said, his voice grim. “Even Lilith is missing. Her underlings are dishing out punishment to those demons who haven’t fulfilled their quotas.” I let out a deep sigh, my shoulders sagging under the weight of it all. “There’s a problem in the waking world too.”

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.

She stood tall with her orange staff, so full of darkness that you could see the black mist steaming from her staff. Noelle looked so different— so fierce. She didn't wear her glasses. Her hair was swaying and daring; her creamy white skin was covered by silver armor and she seemed to grow a few inches because she didn't look five foot one. Her wings were completely unscathed, and the purest form of white I've ever seen. And as I focused on their fight, I could see Noelle was bleeding. I looked at the ginger head, blood dripped from her mouth with a demonic smile. She wore a red triangle pendant and it dangled across her chest as they exchanged blows. Then, I remembered what Lucian told me w

I whispered, eyes wide, “I think something’s… wrong with me...” Lila spun around, her entire face twisting into a glower. “Oh HELL no.” She snapped her head toward the garden wall. There, leaning lazily against the stone like he wasn’t the literal cause of my meltdown, stood the sex demon himself. Tall. Smirking. His black hair glinting in the sunlight. Wings tucked back like temptation incarnate. Horns like obsidian blades. “You,” Lila snarled, pointing a finger at him like she was about to smite his ass. "Keep your sex magic bullshit to yourself, demon!"

So it's you. Lin: A good day to you. I hope everything is working just as planned Lord Anex, Lord Gula, Lady Lisa, Miss Reiya. And also Ban and Kiri, sorry for stalking you through your date. Ban: To think our teacher would be part of this too. Lin: Sorry about that. Well Lady Lisa. I have brought him. Let me introduce him. He is a nameless Demon from the Gremore Familia. Currently studying at Nirvana Academy in the Low tier class.

They look very young but she was old, very old. I stared at Andrew and Lucien and noticed the same thing. It then dawned on me what they were. They were no witches but demons that hunt down witches to get more powers. They must have killed alot of them for them to look this young in flesh. They must be around a thousands years or more... Where does this information comes from. I barely know what I am and I know a lot about demons and witches already. "Pretty one, are you with us?" she touched my hand at the process and I cringed accompanied with a strange feeling knocking me out completely.

He slid his hands into his pockets as he frowned. "You must think you're something, you must really think you are something." He continued to mutter to himself. Delilah's smile broadened as she watched him stand in front of her. She must have known he was furious, just like other demons, Delilah fed off emotions. The most delicious one to her was rage…she fed on the rage of the people who surrounded her. He could tell his rage was really giving her joy and audacity. "What?" She mumbled, spitting on the ground, blood splattered on the ground beside her bare feet.

Alice ----- Paimon got a little weird when he suddenly left. He just mumbled something about going back to Hell, then started jumping and cursing like his ass was on fire. I figured maybe something bad happened to his family. Or his Hell pets. Do demons have pets? Probably something scaly and venomous. One thing’s for sure—Paimon’s the secretive type. He never tells me anything unless he’s forced to. I know it’s none of my business, but I wish he’d give me a heads-up before acting like a deranged goose on fire. It’s exhausting.