Nezuko Demon Form Full Body Novels & Stories

The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

His human form was sculpted to perfection but that's not what attracted me about him. "I want you to change back to your true form," I said in a hoarse whisper. Cresil looked at me with confusion. "What are you asking me?" "I'm asking you to return back to your demon body and keep your clothes off," I said, holding my breath. Cresil's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. With a flick of his wrist, he shifted into his demon form, his muscular body covered in scars. I couldn't help but gasp in awe as he towered over me, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

Carrying the Ninja cold headless body on one of his shoulders, he then proceeded to levitate the head from the ground which followed him when he jumped out of the room window. Dropping the dead body on the floor, two demons appeared from both sides of him and one picked the dead headless body, the other one picked the head. "Bury him quickly." Demon ordered his two demons who nodded their heads and disappeared along with the dead Ninja. Opening a portal, he entered it. Stepping out of the portal which appeared beside an isolated house, Demon walked the small distance to a shopping mall where he brought some clothes that are meant for teenagers, the ones school guys normally wear to school.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself. I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them. When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it. Her “True” form, I am pretty sure.

They’re not much of a problem, but they can be really annoying. My gaze is focused on Belzeebub. From afar, he looks like a regular giant fly, but the closer that we got, I could see distinct demonic features on him. Belzeebub’s demon form has a humanoid black humanoid body. Crystalline red wings are attached to his back and flitter like those of flies. His eyes are blood red, like his short hair. He growls, showing sharp teeth that could easily tear any flesh that he bites on. There is already blood dripping down the side of his lips, which tells me that he already has his fair share of feast. There’s something alarming about Belzeebub’s appearance. It is completely different from the other

Zane The darkness enveloped me like a thick, suffocating blanket. It was as though I was suspended in a void, an eternal limbo where time ceased to exist. I floated there, weightless, aware only of the strange sensation rippling through my being. My body, or whatever remained of it, felt like it was being meticulously reconstructed, piece by piece. I could feel my skin knitting itself back together, the muscles beneath growing stronger and more defined. It was a bizarre, almost painful process, yet it filled me with a twisted sense of anticipation. I knew what was happening: the demon power that had possessed me was giving me a new body, a vessel forged from the darkest depths of the netherw

A faint shape emerged, half-shrouded in shadow, standing beneath the sickly vampire tree. Zoe’s breath caught as she moved closer, her wolf trailing at her side. The shape became clearer, resolving into a figure - a reflection of herself, yet distinctly different. This version of Zoe was pale, her features sharp and elegant, her form draped in a shimmering cloak of deep crimson. Her eyes were closed, and her face was serene, as though she were carved from marble. She stood perfectly still, arms at her sides, her body locked in a statue-like pose. “Who…?” Zoe reached out instinctively, but her hand hesitated inches from the figure’s form. The energy radiating from it was cold, almost lifeless

As they approached, she watched as seven of them reduced in size until they adopted the same human skin Jochelo bore and bowed on their knees, bare as a new born babe. The last one shrunk till his head was just below the very top of the roof, then bent over. As he showed his head to Andreas in a bow, he slowly looked to Eleanor, let out a sound that reminded her of a growl and spat out words in another language, to which Andreas replied to rather dryly. Taking a closer look at it when her courage grew, she saw a large extension of black where it's chin should be. So demon had a farm on his face? Huh. Demons had beards. Fantastic. It must be a he then. Per Andreas' command, she watched it shr

☉NAIDA The demon I had encountered in the catacombs could not even be called “small” as a joke. His aura and power alone swept through stones and boulders, making torches light themselves up. Those dark wisps of power encasing his naked form were ominous, curling through the air for prey to devour. His physical form was even more imposing than usual, and he was already built like a muscled tower. But he had recognized me. A shiver tore my spine, heat bubbling under my skin.