Loving Demon Novels & Stories

He declared me as his forever. Under normal circumstances I would have been dancing on the ceiling at such confessions from the vampire I loved. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a normal circumstance. I was the worst of the worst of people for what I’d done to him and I didn’t deserve his love and devotion. Instead of smiling and telling him I loved him back, I, once again, rolled on my side and nudged my face against the roughhewn wall. It stunk of earth, smoke, and animals, but I didn’t care. I deserved to breathe in the stench and suffer. In fact, I deserved a whole lot more.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

"Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celestial Blade, and went up to my room. I locked the door and drew a Pentacle, then proceeded to perform a demon-raising ceremony. It was so powerful, summoning a Greater Demon, that it split our house in two and reduced it to rubble. "Suprisingly enough, I survived. And there Aosoth sat,

This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king. The castle was quiet despite the multitude of visitors and guards purched at the ready. The Demon king lived up to his name, with blood red hair and piercing black eyes, he in no way looked friendly. To other Demons he was a casanova, taking more than a few lovers, but refusing to marry. He stood tall and fierce as he stared the Angel king dead in the eyes. "Well well. What do you plan on bargaining with this time? You have nothing to offer and you time is running thin." He smirked, his voice sultry and deep. The angel king stared daggers at the other, showing no fal

Hellion called out panicking as she tried to shook his shoulders. “Xegris! Xegris! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop this! I don’t like this!” Hellion sobbed as the Demon just looked at her with his crimson eyes filled with warmth. He slowly stroked her cheeks as the fingertips fade bit by bit. The demon smiled as the every drop of his tears felt like a endless shed of love. “I love you.” The demon choked as he body slowly disappeared in the wind. “At least, remember that after you finally woke up.”

" Lucy snorts, entirely offended. 'You think I wanted to leave you? What part of me being a demon is it that don't you understand? I'm with the evil guys, and my kind can't fall in love—you're better off without me.' It's my turn to snort. "What do you mean by saying your kind can't fall in love? If that is true, then why are you here!" Lucy raises his voice. 'I don't know!' Anger pulsates through me. "You know what? I think you feel something for me, and now you're freaking out because it should be impossible! You're a coward!" 'You think it's that simple?' Lucy asks. 'Demons aren't able to love anyone because we are the product of a corrupted heart!'

But she can't help but feel shy that other people notice how inseparable they are from each other. "Derrick, maybe you can let go of my hand," she whispered. "They have to get used to this," Derrick responded. "Don't mind Dame, he's just the Demon that hates love." "That's not my title." "Well, it kinda is, really," Zin added. "You're the demon in charge of punishing all the people that turned evil over love." "That doesn't mean that I hate love, does it?" "You always hated having to work so much." Zin chuckled. "It correlates, I think."

I shivered a little at the thought. "No one else?" I asked. "Oh yes," he purred to me. "I'm really good," he told me and smirked. "Plus it's in your contract with me. You can't be with someone else even if you wanted to be, but you won't want to," he promised me and kissed my lips again. "A demon's lover can get very possessive and usually won't try to be with someone else... and I'm one of the best demons." He smirked and then thrusted against me. I gasped and blushed.

"A demon that loves killing, Ava. A demon that revels in seeing blood. That's the main reason I punish my servants so harshly, to the point where blood is spilled. Please don't look at me differently from now on." Shaking her head, she refuses to believe. "But you haven't killed anyone in a while now." "No," I smile, "I have been trying to make you love me. Also, I realized that my demon... he likes you, Ava. He wishes for me to keep you." "Damon..."

I felt his knuckle rings glide against my torso, his hand traveling up to pin my neck to the wall again almost as if he was claiming me. A stranger claiming a random lady. How unreal. “I can be your poison. I can be the one they fear. For you.” He whispered, his lip brushing against my earlobe. "I'll give you the power you desire, and take them down for you,”. "What are you talking about?” I gagged. "I can see your heart, it craves revenge. I'll get them for you, I'll get them all, just for you. Chloe Willie. Seth Finn. Martha Wilson. All of them.”.