Male Demon Art Novels & Stories

Karl comes out from the bush, I follow him from behind as we both enter the building, taking routes with blind spots so we won't get caught by the security camera. The place has a quiet but eerie feeling about it. Maybe it's because it houses all sorts of weird and powerful artifacts. The walls of the corridor are lined with paintings, portraits and several art pieces that it feels like I'm in the room of artifacts itself rather than it's corridor. Some paintings are vicious looking, some illustrating the process of a demon torturing a werewolf. Demons are like the outcasts of the paranormal world, known for their brutality and mercilessness. They were exiled out of our world, but are slowly

He sneered and said, "You are so angry. Do you have an affair with the rhinoceros demon just now?" "You!" Azure Ox widened its eyes as if there was a volcano erupting in its pupils. But at this time, a golden-haired, majestic demon stood out from the middle of the 15 demons. Not only did it have long hair, but its beard was also golden. Every move it made had the demeanor of a king. With this type of temperament, it was easy to imagine that this was a shapeshifting male lion. The demon's eyes were bright as it looked at Caspian and said, "Cultivator, the fact that you are here shows that you are extraordinary.

Arth’s eyes went down to the floor where he saw a sliced arm, with much blood flowing out of it, realizing it was Kael’s arm that had been cut off. “I do not know if I would be pleased to find you still alive,” the demon spoke in a dark voice with a smirk plastered on his face; dark veins visible on his forehead and neck. The demon had almost reached its full form, consuming Lucas’ body as a whole. More black lines and symbols had marked his arms … along with the devil wings at his back … and the horns at his head.

I sit back in my seat and open my legs widely and take a deep breath emitting boredom. “I’m a demon.”

“Aren’t demons supposed to have control over spirits? Why is it that, aside from me, none of you can see them?” That question made Aric’s expression turn more solemn. He straightened slightly, speaking at a measured pace. “Because of an ancient artifact passed down in Blackwood Continent.” “An artifact?” Leon blinked in surprise. Aric nodded, a faint trace of mockery flickering in his eyes. “It was supposedly created to maintain the balance between different beings. This artifact sealed away a part of demons’ natural abilities—specifically, some of our power.” Leon frowned. “Huh?” "In simple terms, it prevents us from directly affecting the spirits," Aric said casually. "It also stops demons

With that, the demon walked out from the chambers, leaving behind the one thing he had always treasured the most. """""''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' With one final stroke of her finger on the wall, Skylar finally completed her art, her masterpiece. She stared at the blood-stained walls with glee, her eyes were back to the darkest shade of purple, her humanity vanishing again.

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

“They’re part shapeshifter. Probably are trying to scent him. Oh, Rena. He’s perfect. And he wants me so bad. I can feel him craving me. He was terribly sad when he first saw me, though. What could make such a gorgeous man so melancholy?” “I bet those things are the only thing he can pick up normally. They probably chase off anyone else. A guy I talked to at the bar said Ford’s packing serious weight. You think you can handle it for your first?” Serena asked. Now the comments made more sense. I wasn’t worried. A demon could manage pretty much anything. We fed on sexual energy and desire, we were well equipped to handle men who were well equipped. I snorted. “Have you ever met a girl like us

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being. I doubted it at first, but now I can see that it’s really working. Back in time, whenever I walk in the city, the people in the streets will run away with such horrifying expressions. Of course, I was known as the Demoness who only do evil things to others, it was normal for them to be scared. And I love that. I love when people tremble in fear when they see me. Because if I am that terrifying for them, they will not have guts to take what’s mine. They will not have a chance to betray me… to hurt me. It’s such a shame that no one recognizes me now.