Masked Demon Novels & Stories

Felen's eyes started to get tired just by looking at that color. "He's behind this door. Get ready, Milady. Maybe he'll give you a little surprise," Leon said with his hands tucked into his trouser pockets. In contrast to Felen who seemed a little tense, the man looked relaxed. "Ah," said Leon as if he had just remembered something. "The demon we're going to meet now is known as Mammon, in case you didn't know." Felen nodded. He really didn't know the names of the demon princes other than Leon because Felen had only met him once without greeting them at the Masquerade Ball Party. With the exception of Asmodeus, the principal of the Academy of (Ashmedai).

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.

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Marvon's face looks twisted, as if Mammon were taking over his mind and body. His left cheek has eggshell cracks, and they were bleeding, so I could not bear to look at him for long. His left pupil has become reddened to the point where it looks bloodshot. His lips begin to split open on that side of his face, revealing pointed teeth. He hardly seems human at this point. The giant golden crow makes its way to Mammon’s side, lowering its head in submission to the demon prince.

Rolling her eyes at him. "In your dreams." She said as they entered the gate. Raziah's eyes continued to widen as they encountered beasts and demons of different sizes which bow down to them, technically at Dark, until they reached a big chair built with lava where a demon with a twisted one horn was seated. The demon was fat and huge. Raziah realize she wasn't feeling scared at the monster in front of her. "What brings you here?" Mammon asked, not even glancing up from his staring contest with his long fingernails.

The creature that crashes through the shrine's ceiling is nightmare made flesh. It's massive, easily fifteen feet tall, with skin like molten obsidian and eyes that burn like furnaces. Wings spread from its back, leathery and torn, blocking out what little light remains. This isn't a possessed human. This is a demon in its true form. "Malphas!" Pete's voice is filled with relief and reverence as he struggles to his feet. "Master, you came!" The demon—Malphas—surveys the chamber with those burning eyes, taking in the freed children, the interrupted ritual, Derek's broken form protecting me. His laughter shakes the walls.

“There is another creature that blends in with humans so well, a hybrid demon? A weredemon? And this one is rumored to have appeared in Lauderhill recently. Dark balls of shadow and these creatures worship the dark moon and they have dark souls, bla bla bla they are not born with it but earn it.” I became so restless, I tried to stand up but I’m hit with dizziness. Everything around me is disoriented and shuffling, I held the table and sat back down. “Mason, are you okay?” I rub my eyes, shaking my head, “I’m just dizzy.” “You drank too much, we should call it a night.”

“Good girl. Relax your throat. This is what you were made for. Between sessions, her mind wandered again. The bodies are piling up. Marcus bleeding out while Daddy knotted me… that messenger torn apart. Am I becoming a monster too for enjoying it? Yet every time he touches me, I forget everything else. As evening fell, security alerted Damien to another intruder a Silver-fang scout hiding in the forest perimeter with recording equipment, clearly trying to capture evidence of Monalisa corruption for blackmail. Damien’s eyes darkened. Watch, princess. This is what happens to those who threaten what’s mine. He made her sit in a chair in the basement viewing room, legs spread wide, fingers slowl

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

said Madame Long, exasperated. A helper?! She must be out of her mind. “What do you mean?” My skeptical glare fell on her. I dared not glance at the creature again. “It looks like something from hell. A demon from my dreams. Are you pranking me with an illusion, or have you lost your freaking mind?” Madame Long grunted. “Neither. This gentleman here is a demon. All of these mirrors contain trapped demons. Do you think I can accept defeat twice? I am here for battle, child.”