Nezuko Fanart Demon Novels & Stories

Wukong - Monkey Demon King Within a hidden place in World II Monster Forest - Wind Release - Initial Level Demon Grandmaster Spiritual. 14. Kurobe - Tall Spooky-Faced Man - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - Who Clashed With Takeshi. 15. Kazeo - Handsome Man in Skinny Cap Tall - Grade 3 - Spiritual Strength of the Black Gold Demon Lv 3 - That Stood Takeshi and Kurobe's Quarrel.

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

-I really…dislike this demon- "Well, whatever your opinion, is it possible to remove the alchemy?" "Possible? Yes, by you or them, no. The only person who can dilute the effects is Daisy." he smiled, "So your time to use it to your advantage is very minimal, but whatever...the next question...was..." -Daisy...- “Let’s see, who am I? I am a demon level mage, Artimus Zentsuji Mosaic. Call me Zen.”

He is kneeling beside my bed like a puppy, while Mammon and Leviathan stand on either side of me, ready to smack Belzeebub's head if he ever does something funny. Like his other brothers, Belzeebub looks very different in his demon form compared to when he is disguising himself like a human. Unlike Mammon and Leviathan, who are both dressed like they are Greek gods and have minimal clothing, Belzeebub looks more like a punk rock teen. His short cut red hair is already gathering enough attention for how bright and vibrant it was. He is wearing a tight fit black shirt with a black leather jacket over it, paired with some black jeans and boots. I know. He sounds like the typical bad boy heathro

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

Still, in his calm looks Negato slit Kaito's throat, and sent his head flying, it was so fast even for eyes to see, the head landed on the bossy Yukimura, that was now jolted out of his good time, quickly his ladies ran away but he couldn't, he has never experienced such like this, Nagato wasn't holding on to a knife or sword so how did this happen? Nagato then transformed, his body was itching him to turn, he was able to harness the darkness in him and his pact demon so both of them were able to merge. Nagato turned into a demon with two horns and a tail, he was ten-foot-tall and was emitting a dark fog that was swirling around him, making his appearance very terrifying for an eye to gaze u

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

“Are your demons trying to take over?” Instantly, Kenshi looks away. It wasn’t his demon, it is him as a demon. Just looking at how scared his Kebano is makes him want to flash forward his plans. “I am a demon. I govern them, Zed. How you look at me annoys me.” “Exactly, Kenshi! You’re a demon. We do not pursue anybody we do not like,” Keisuke told him. “If you wish to use the Lady Mizuko, you should not lead her on. You don’t want to play with her feelings.”