Lucifer Obey Me Demon Form Novels & Stories

I cry out. "Darling, do you not pay attention at all in your Angelic and Demonic studies?" Beckett jokes, trying to lighten the mood, but I don't think anything at this point will make me feel better, "Demons' hooves, horns, and tails are poisonous to any divine being." "You keep saying tail," I whisper, reaching my hand behind my back and touching my ass to see if there's anything abnormal back there. "Yes, once your power broke through, you took on your demonic form," Luka states calmly, like everything they just told me is an everyday occurrence.

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”

I didn’t feel like it was important, and I didn’t do it any more than once, so I kept it to myself. Lucifer interrupted our eye contact, “Every demon has the ability to enter one's dream and teleport, along with the heightened senses, increased strength, turning into a bat, and so forth,” I didn’t know about the bat thing, “what I want to know is what other abilities you possess? The lightning is a good start,” Lucifer stayed standing in the middle of the room on the large mat as he spoke to me, “Show me what you got, kid.” He motioned for me to join him in the center of the room and I felt my entire body freeze.

He kissed Allistair with a gentler touch, but the same underlying need coursed through him. "You're everything, Allistair," Lucifer whispered. "To me, to my wolf, to my Lycan." And then it happened, Lucifer's true form emerged. His body shimmered with a celestial glow as dark, majestic wings unfurled from his back, sharp as obsidian, and his eyes turned an eerie black, as if he is the darkness himself. His skin, once smooth, was now marked with ancient runes that glowed faintly as his power flowed through him. This was no mere werewolf; this was the Devil's true form. Beautiful, terrifying, and awe-inspiring all at once.

I'm too disappointed with him, hurt too, but I hope he doesn't hate me enough to let me die tonight. "Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer." A demonic voice speaks. There is a blonde demon with a disgusting tongue flapping out from his mouth, approaching us. His eyes are mad, half his skin melted from the fire we threw at him, and the bug wings on top of his back spread wider, swinging in the wind. "Did you just try to kill me?" The demon asks, and I watch in horror as he takes the form of a gigantic bug, causing me to press myself further into Lucy's black scales.

Though I did not yet have the throne, they were telling me where their loyalties lay, with me. "Alright oh mighty and great generals, who is first?" I cracked my neck and again changed back into my third form. I stretched out my wings to their full length and both my tails twitched about into a dance. My eyes turned red as my demon thought of the upcoming battle. It was no surprise when Lucifer was the one to step forward. He was smiling like a Cheshire Cat, a big and broad smile. He hopped in place and cracked his neck as I did. His eyes turned red just as mine which made my demon even more excited.

I grabbed his arm without saying a thing and transported him into my parent's bedroom. "Crazy woman, you don't kidnap the devil," Lucifer scolded and turned to see Zurac. "Hello again, I assume I'm here to convert you into a full demon. Let me tell you that you will look as you did before but when you change you'll look like Marchosias," Lucifer informed my father. "Do it, he's on his last breaths," my mother blurted and Lucifer grinned. He told my dad he had a lovely mate and my mom blushed. She came to my side and asked how the devil was so sexy.

“You have to, with all the little incidents that you’ve caused with your attendants. It’s because every touch that we share, every orgasm that we have, every night that we come closer to the Harvest Moon brings you closer to becoming a goddess. My goddess. The night when I can take everything that belongs to me and start filling you with my seed.” That and only that last statement made me still and unable to orgasm. Though I expect Lucifer’s reaction to be full of anger and swift, he instead gets up from the bed and walks to the door, fully naked and nearly completely erect again. I can hear him speaking to the demon that is guarding the door. “Send me one of the shapeshifters.”

"You could end this right here, right now. You only need to make me your queen." The Demon King threw back his head in a burst of mocking laughter. Then his black orbs narrowed. "I would rather spend eternity mateless." "Then you will die with them." She spat. Her face contorted with rage. Beside him, Alexander relaxed his stance. He was preparing to shift in his giant lycan. While Lucifer had smoothly transitioned to his devil with long black horns, black nails, and sharp teeth. All rock hard muscles in a confident stance. Xavier, his vampire beast to the fore, eyes darkened to dark red, fangs glinting in its sharpness, light on his feet, ready to attack.

The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room. After my transformation I noticed that I had some extra surge of energy. I felt all the negativity around and I absorbed it. I had sharp and pointed teeth in addition now and my claws grew longer. I didn't even care to know about how miss Grace met her death. I just wanted to enjoy the suffering of the soul. Blood leaked from my lips as well. The soul's eyes were already black as it kept perishing. "Who... Are... You..." It struggled to ask. "I am the son of Lucifer." I declared and blew away the dust left of the soul. "Master." The demon hissed and bowed before me.