Nezuko Fanart Demon Novels & Stories

Nekomata Nekomata or cat of darkness, is a creature in Japanese mythology, is a creature that is able to control death, and has black power, in the myth of war the nine gods of Nekomata have a symbol of darkness, in the story Nekomata is a cat with two black angel wings and two tails, and is able to change being human. Nekomata is traditionally told as a cat that evolved from revenge because of the torture of its owner. 44. Basilisk

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.

These dresses are all bright colors and plain looking. I prefer wearing the ones with dark colors but with silver or golden linings to show that I’m not just a no one. Back then, my face is just enough for me to stand out because everyone knows me as the Demoness Alpha, but now that I have no name and is only regard as Helion’s disciple, and the fact that I’m using someone else’s face, if I want to stand out, I at least have to do something about what I wear.

He had the same fever that night and had went to the church to pray. Then what happened? Someone sat on the altar. A tall man with long silver hair and the beautiful but deadly red eyes. “Velon,” Damian called out and the demon who had held his hand smiled widely, widening the corner of his lips. “Correct, again, Damian my puppet. Call my name again.” “Velon, Velon,” Damian whispered as the demon looked at his hand where power brimmed in a bright purple color. Belle who had opened her eyes saw the sketch that was drawn on the parchment. Then she looked at Leon’s face, only to find him frowning grimly.

Hades is an amazing artist. Another picture I saw a demon eating a heart. The strings were coming out of his own chest. Means he was eating his own heart. I gulped once again. In the next picture, I saw a man lying and his soul was leaving his body. Next, he drew a man smiling creepily. His smile was the most horrible thing he drew. Next, I saw a woman’s face. She was smiling through her lips but was crying through her eyes. Her eyes reflected torture but still she was smiling.

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

I read a few of them out loud, but there were too many to go through, but they got the message loud and clear. These people sickened me. The things that they were willing to do to others was despicable and would never be tolerated. “I would like to set the record straight. Selene the former Moon Goddess, had been supplying Ezekiel with a nasty black substance made from the poison of the Nokaura, a very dangerous type of demon. Ezekiel then used that substance to turn shifters into homicidal weapons if it did not kill them immediately. He then let them loose on many packs just to see how efficiently his weapons would kill.”

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

He picked up the purple emblem, carefully examining it. "This contains… the secrets of the Devouring Sky Demon Art?" His eyes widened slightly in surprise before a smirk curled at his lips. The Devouring Sky Demon Art was an ancient demonic technique that absorbed the life force of countless beings to strengthen the user—an infamous secret art of the demonic sects. "Well, that was easier than expected!" Chase's eyes gleamed with interest. Without hesitation, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to study the manual. He had no intention of practicing the art itself, but by understanding its principles, he could uncover a way to counteract it. After all, recklessly cultivating a demonic techni

The binding glint stung my eyes and I squinted them to the sudden brightness. "Our brave, strong Luna is awake? Good I wanted to talk to you since the others are not here yet" the deep voice of a man reached my ears, raising my head a little I shot him a deadly glare. I was able to distinguish him from the color of his eyes, it's was pure black, which means he's a demon. I do not know this man but I have a feeling he has nothing good to offer. He grabbed into the bar of my cell and rattled it as he looked down at me with a malicious gaze, I was lying on my stomach on the cold and damp ground with my hands wrapped around my stomach as I tried to ascertain the pain I'm feeling right there.