Michael Jackson Demon Novels & Stories

The demon grabs him by the hair and rips him to his feet. “I have something special in store for you tonight, Archangelus Michael,” the demon says with a disgusting chuckle. He drags the man by his hair, not letting him stand fully so he is stumbling along behind the demon gripping the demon's wrist with both hands trying to stay on his feet. Surprisingly, we feel no pain, just a tugging on the scalp that is uncomfortable, but nothing compared to what it could be. Thank goodness, I think to myself.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

I exclaimed "You freaky touched human blood" Jackson's eyes widen, and he starts shaking his head, he knows what it meant. He can't cross over. "This can't happen, I mean it can't, it wasn't me, it was the demons, Tommy you have to help me" he starts to plead "How? you let anger take over and turned into a demon yourself, I am sorry but you're done for". He cries Suddenly a man dressed in black appears behind Jack " Jack look out!!"I yell Before Jack could turn to see who was behind him, he was gone, just like that, right before my eyes

There were rumors that he had even killed his own sister. I had never once prayed to meet him. And now… Jackson was giving me to him? Was this the end? I stumbled into the Coronation Hall, Jackson’s words still echoing in my head like a death sentence. My legs felt heavy, and dread coiled tight in my chest. Every step reminded me that I was walking toward something I might never return from. Then I saw her. Diva. The demon in a woman’s skin. She wore a blood-red, curve-hugging gown with a slit that crept high up her thigh. Her hair cascaded down her back like black silk, and her lips painted a bold red stood out like a warning sign.

I fell back, hitting against Delanie who the demon hadn't touched and she too fell back. "What is wrong with you?!" Maco yelled at the demon. Maco stepped forward to where Delanie was and while he did he stepped on my leg and almost fell himself. "What is going on here?!" Maco shouted. Seeing the gig was up, I revealed myself. "So all this was a scam?!" Maco shouted. I got up on my feet. I had absorb some of my powers back from Maco. "This can not be happening!" Maco yelled and attacked me. It was an equal match and seeing that he couldn't defeat me he grabbed hold of both Delanie and Melanie.

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.

“I want to see everything.” They obey. Demon moves his hips like he’s dancing to music only he can hear. He unbuckles his belt with a snap that makes me swallow hard. John tries to keep his composure, but when Demon gets ahead, his ego snaps. He bends down, pulls off his shoes, his socks, then straightens with a look that pierces me like a flaming spear.

Demon nodded at him. "Hire the best security and tell them to guard my boy" Demon ordered him. "Okay sir," His assistant said and left the room. Demon looked at the file and first his hand in anger. You will pay greatly for cheating on me. Whispering, this Demon walked towards his big glass window from where he can see the whole city. Demon looked at the busy city just then his eyes fell on a poster. A model was showing a revealing dress in the picture. Demon's eyes turned red in anger because the model was no other than his ex-wife Katrina whom he used to love more than his life and the same girl abandoned him and his one-day-old baby boy just because of her bullshit modeling career.

A flash of lightning crackles overhead, reflecting hellfire in the matte black depths of its eyes. “I’ll never be yours,” I snarl back. The weight of Jake’s body pins me down. I can barely move. But I won’t let Amos break me, not while I still have hope. The demon grins. “You already are.” Disgust and terror bubble up in my very soul as it closes the distance between us and swoops in for a brutal kiss. My hands claw at its chest to push it away, but it’s no use. Amos is too strong.