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The words of this Demon Clan genius were loud and forceful. "Ding Hao, I'm from the Silver-armored Pangolin Tribe. I also owe you a favor, and will definitely repay you someday!" A Great Demon clad in silver armor, his true form that of a pangolin, cupped his hands and saluted Ding Hao. Then he pulled out a silver scale from his body and handed it to Ding Hao as a token. After that, he turned to leave.

Even if Ferrara wasn't the vampire king, he was twice as much powerful and bigger than his vampire peers. His looks contributed to his calm, yet dangerous aura. He had this rare beauty which no mortal, or supernatural could possess. Beautiful, dark, inky black hair that half-covered his eyes, pale skin that shimmered in the dark, and full, kissable lips. A deep scar ran down the left side of his face, stopping at his chin. What was it like being in possession of such looks and power? I very much wanted to know. And how many submissives had he pleasured at that club before me? Was I the first? Would I be the last? When I summoned courage and asked him, the corners of his lips curled into a sl

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment. It was the second that I reached Giovanni that my eyes widened when I saw a demon colliding with him, the two of them clashing against one another as if they were more than just ready for this. Damon came for anger. He came to get his rage and his revenge. The ground shook beneath their clash, claws on steel, fury meeting calm cruelty. Anger, meeting, hate. Everything. Enemies, war, rage, everything collided into this simple moment. I knew that Ethan saw this. I knew that he wanted to go to her, but he was also rushing towards Giovanni. He was not go

my wolf said, her voice filled with conviction. I scoffed. "Not him. He is literally Dracula, the monster of the thousand-year-old tale. He can never change," I said, not understanding why my wolf wasn't seeing things as they clearly were. Damian was the definition of evil, and everything bad, and the best thing one could do was stay very far away from him. Being his mate was the complete opposite of that!

“You’re not human, and you’re not a werewolf… what are you?” “A demon,” Sloth answered, smiling lazily. “You brought a demon into our home?” Luna Stella snapped, her voice cutting through the room like glass. Her disgusted glare never left me, as if I were to blame for his presence. “Damien really does surround himself with dangerous things.” The Alpha’s hand pressed lightly against her arm, urging her to sit. “And why are you here?” he asked Sloth evenly. “I answer to no one but Damien,” Sloth said without interest.

“You’re going to be a personality. Like the WWF fighters. The vest has a hood and a mask. They won’t be able to see your face. We want to call you the Slayer.” Something struck at me. Slayer. That was dinging some bells in my mind, somehow, but the picture my mind showed me was of a pretty, young woman with curly hair. A nickname, maybe? I shook my head. This was a weird memory. I’d have to process it later. “Not Slayer,” I said. I just had a bad feeling about that name. I thought a minute. “Maybe Grim Reaper?” “Love it. Grim Reaper it is.” Damian was pumped. “I’m going to print out some business cards and pass them around. Everyone is going to want to fight you!”

One part of me wanted to take her home with me as a pet because I know she will be delicious and the other part didn't want to suffer her more than what she was already suffering. I watched as 3 other demons headed towards the shop and they also started taking interest in her. "2 million South Korean won," one of them shouted "10 million South Korean won," another said "50 million South Korean won," the last demon screamed. These demon seem to be very rich. I watched the poor girls expression and noticed that she was not happy. She is already in tears probably because she knows what these demons will do to her when one of them finally buys her.

Seik Tempest. And on one side we have a demon from the freshers class recommended by the Luxuria familia and had gained fame across the academy as the fame Fake Prince. A summoner class demon against an experienced fighter. With no support can he last a whole second with just his beast or will he surprise us. I can't wait for this fight to start. Will Ban come up to the Arena. - . . . Melany: Ahem! I repeat. Will Ban the demon from the freshers class come up on the arena..

A small smile displayed itself on his face, making his features look even more familiar. "So, is there any particularly important reason that you came to meet me for?" He inquired, clasping his hands upon the desk, showing the marking on his hand. A triangle with it's corners curved outwards and a wolf's paw in the middle of it on the back of his palm. The mark of the Alpha of Saray. "No, it is not quite important. I just came by to ask about Saray, you know, how are things there? My father is from Saray, too. But he left even before I was born." I explained.