Nezuko Fanart Demon Novels & Stories

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

One against an army of fairies, he must be really powerful to defeat them all. "The demons from the hell realm broke the peace treaty and instead of sending an army, they send us their most powerful demon. There's only one demon that uses dark fog and his name is Barbas. He is a demon who feeds on fear. He weaponizes the fear and uses it against his enemies," Oslec carefully explains to us. Oslec runs towards the armory and took as many weapons as he could carry in his hands. We help him set up the traps one by one all over the house. All of the remaining fairies spread out all over the fortress to stand on guard.

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

“G-Got in her f-face and c-called her m-mean n-names.” “There not mean if they’re true, doll! Plus, she had no right to bully a little cutie like you!” Grayson said, sending her a wink. I fought back a scowl, knowing that he didn’t mean anything by the wink. Grayson was naturally a friendly person. Something that never bothered me as much as it does now since its towards my mate. My inner demon wanted nothing more than to tear his throat out for winking at him, but my common sense knew how impractical and irrational it was to get angry at one of my loyal, gay friend for winking at her.

It appeared as if she had been fangirling his minor activities too. The demoness closed her eyes and waited for her body to respond to the cum which was spilled on her body. Zoravec carefully saw her actions of absorbing the lustful mana which in utter sense meant absorbing his cum. He had no clue how she was going to do it because Devi' face and chest was covered in his cum.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

This was a truth that had been hidden for thousands of years, and it explained so much about the animosity between the two packs. Alex and Mia couldn't believe what they were reading. The hatred between their packs had been caused by this ancient conspiracy, and the demon's powers had been locked away in the very portrait that hung in both of their parents' houses. As they continued to read, they found that the demon's powers had grown stronger over time and could only be contained for so long. If the orbs were ever removed from the portrait, the demon could be unleashed and wreak havoc on both packs Mia walked over to the portrait and examined the orbs closely. "Do you think we can use thes

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Bahm Inside of the Demon Realm, Hunnie did her normal squeezing of my arm thing, standing in place trembling, and breathing very roughly. Her hands were on her chest as it looked like she played with an invisible necklace and her eyes were wide as she took in the slimy and alive, flesh covered bridge. She says it's the negative and dark aura around the bridge that makes her freeze in fear. Eventually she overcomes this state, and begins chanting to her self, while laying about materials she's collected and brought with her.

The demon's tom form had fur-bleach tattoos in strange white scrolls up his arms. "Are you what attacked me?" Jinx managed to calm down, though he was dubious of this demon for so many reasons. "I didn't attack you," The demon in tom form argued. "I just spooked your magical deer pony things, which looking at them I wouldn't have guessed they would have reacted so badly to me. I forget sometimes that although I am a loving healer, I'm a pretty freaky demon."