Michael Jackson Demon Novels & Stories

Why on earth am I doing this? "I know you're a demon. But, I can be your angel and your light. Just let me in" He stares at me with an unreadable emotion. "What's the catch?" "There's no catch, Z. Just open your heart and let me in" He swallows hard. "What if I hurt you or break you?" He asks, his crimson eyes burning with so much emotions. He's trembling and it's almost as if he can't bear the tremendous amount of emotions running through him.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

“Y-You dare!” Michael the Loyal glared at the demon prince. If looks could kill, it would be safe to say that Damon would be burned to cinders already. But instead of cowering from the piercing gaze of the leader of arch angels, Damon gave him the biggest grin he could master. This nonchalant behavior, in which Damon got from Levi the Envious, earned the demon prince the wrath of Michael the Loyal.

He kicked spastically at the demon, connecting with it once or twice. “Holy crap, I felt something!” His voice was full of wonder. “It’s the demon! Keep kicking!” Reed Taylor did. The demon was getting clobbered by size 13 steel-toed boots, and by the sound of it, it wasn’t enjoying it at all. “A little higher! More to the right.” Reed Taylor kicked a mighty kick, and the demon grabbed at its face and fell to the ground. I cheered, but that was cut short when the Mark on my back seared into my soul. It was excruciating.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.

“Let her in. She’s my friend.” Aiden hesitated and looked at Damian. “Do as she says,” Damian said, his voice cold. “Yes, sir,” Aiden replied before excusing himself. Damian adjusted in his seat, trying to compose himself. Seeing this, Jackson smirked. Damian frowned when his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was Demon calling. He stood, expecting good news. “I hope you have good news for me, Demon. Have you caught him?” Damian asked, moving away from them and standing near the window. “Tell me?”

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."