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The world will soon hear my name as I rise above… Cough!URgh! My neck hurts! Anyway, I now have something to rely on to become stronger. To become the predator instead of prey. I need to look at my status before anything else. [status] Species: Lesser Demon(18/20){Uncommon} Title: Dragon slayer {Dragon slayer: Deal more damage to creatures of the Dragon race] Elements: None Class:None Exp:560/1000 HP:300 CON: 28 (1 CON= 10HP)

A pillow of thick black smoke had appeared in front of the pentagram I had created before revealing a very gorgeous creature with snowy white hair, leathery black wings and pearly white fangs—a demon, based on the horns sitting atop his head. “What is it that you desire most, young one?” The demons started. “Money? Fame? Power? All the things in the world could be yours.” “My best friend.” I said. “I want Ashley! I want to see him again.” I said with resolve etched into my soul. The demon raised his eye brows at that with a smirk. “You could have everything in the world yet you yearn for such simple thing?” “No. I want my best friend.” I said in a steady voice despite of the rapid beat in my

A good decision, as I was the vengeful sort-I could easily smear the insides of his hat with tar, or his boots. I liked my new looks. Really cute. Big blue eyes, white hair of the same length as in my half-demon form, soft white skin, thin arms, and legs, like a true nobleman, small frame. Almost a copy of Michelle, only with different features. Her face was delicate, like a doll's. I, on the other hand, have prominent cheekbones, a heavy jaw, and a very high forehead-and my eyebrows and eyelashes are black, the former looking like two straight lines leading right toward my temples. All of this made me look somewhat like a predator-but a human predator. Overall, I was a short, slightly-built

Skyler asked the twins as soon as they all changed to their demonic appearance and of course she wasn't left out. Skyler was wearing a strapless black dress that exposed a little bit of her cleavage. Her hair were a mixture of black and red, her eyes were blood red and her lips were painted black same with her long sharp nails. The dress was flay and long until her ankles but was splitted at both sides and exposed her white milky thighs which had tattoos on them too. She had a piercing on her neatly trimmed brows and on her pointed nose. She now has a tattoo of a snake with red eyes on her chest and back just like Lucifer and Jared same with Arwen.

Damien pov I am Damien Montenegro. People always regard me as a ruthless billionaire but am actually a ruthless vampire, a vukodlak vampire. I do not have pale skin like other vampires. I look exactly like humans, no difference. I possess both a witch and a werewolf power which means I can shapeshift into anything. "Damien , lord Montenegro will like to see you." Max said Max is my best friend, also my right hand man. Even though we were close friends, I do not entertain rudeness or friendly insults.

His muscles were taut, and a look of determination graced his face. "An interesting choice," I muttered, scanning the other two fighters. Samael looked forward and downed his glass of wine. Shea filled it up immediately. The demon on the right had a shaved head, multiple knives bound to his body with rope, and was only dressed in pants. His chest was bare, adorned with tattoos. He was shorter than Samael's pick and seemed somewhat bewildered, like he was a little bit lost. The one on the left had short hair, wielded a single sword in his hand and was dressed in fully black clothes. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth and had black stripes near his eyes, which were focused on something beh

And I have. I lean my shoulder on a nearby column and watch as he and his opponent salute each other. They both look like warriors of old when they raise their swords to their foreheads as a sign of respect. My attention is shattered when a dark man leans his shoulder on a column near me. He’s tall and dark, with a rocker vibe about him. I’m stunned. He’s gorgeous with a pitch-black faux-hawk and dark eyes. He’s wearing a black Nirvana t-shirt, skinny jeans, and black all-stars. He looks like Tom Welling and Ian Somerhalder’s love child. He’s still not as gorgeous as Azazel with his Brad Pitt and Alex Pettyfer looks, but he’s pretty hot.

Drawing the distinct pentagram of sun and moon she summons. “Jessa, Hannah.” She commanded. As swift as the spell activated, the twins appear bowing in front of her, commanding them through her thoughts, the twins nodded in response as they vanish, taking to aid the hunter. Once more drawing a circle of a pentagram for a fighting armor in the image of shaman’s clothes mix with a sailor-style skirt, white boots, and distinct red and violet strings of ribbons that’s serves as his line of protection, she jumps outside as the wind drew its cold attention towards her. Looking at the reflection of the black smoke demon that’s giving the twins and the hunter a hard time fighting against, it slowly

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”