Masked Demon Novels & Stories

I can see how much effort he is putting in to not do anything funny. ‘Alright old friend, since you want us to get straight to business, why don’t you introduce this human toy of yours to us? I mean you said you want to introduce your new mate to us but you rather show up with some pathetic mate.’ The creepy demon whom I have just discovered is called Mammon says insultingly, staring at me with disgust in his eyes. Abbadon takes his hand off my back and I see him clench them into fits. I can see how much he is controlling himself to not hit the annoying and disrespectful demon.

It was a shame; the disciples weren’t as excited compared to before, neither did they have any thirst for revenge. An unspeakable chill went down everyone’s spine, making them shiver and grit their teeth in fear. Their souls were frozen stiff. “Go! What are you waiting for? Go right now! Kill him!” After freezing in place for a long while, Xyla snapped out of it and gritted her teeth. She knew she had to kill Harvey then and there. The Demon Monk, a Mutant from America, and Emil, the man who Amos had been trying to get closer to…

-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?

Belphegor gave up pulling him out of the bed and switched to hitting him with my pillow. “Listen here, you lizard. I am Mammon, the demon prince of greed and the second sin. I am the first demon servant of our master so that makes me the superior in this room!” Mammon is squatting low to talk to Gorshe. I don’t even know if he is trying to intimidate the demon dragon or if he’s just being abnormal again. To it’s credit, Gorshe responded with a hiss. “My master is going to leave me because I am useless and ugly!” Leviathan, the demon that I suspect has retinal problems, buries his face into my pillow and cries. Even the way he cries is majestically beautiful.

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.”