Nico Robin Demon Novels & Stories

My heart felt like a shattered mirror, each piece a painful reminder of what I'd become. My whole life, I've been a nun, taught to submit only to God. But now, here I was, surrendering to a monster. They told me to believe in God, to be happy, to spread positivity and love. But the demon outside the door was slowly but surely crushing every one of those beliefs. That side of me, the one full of light and faith, has been vanishing, replaced by a constant, soul-deep grumpiness. I hate everything about this place and what my life has become. But most of all, I hate him.

Ashley cried out, back arching against the cool mirror. “Look,” Nico commanded, turning her head toward their reflection. “Watch how perfectly you take your Daddy’s cock.” She couldn’t look away. The mirrors showed everything — Dante’s powerful body driving into her, muscles flexing, her own face flushed with unwanted pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Nico moved behind Dante, but then stepped to her side. He freed his thick cock and fed it into her mouth while Dante fucked her harder. “Such a good little slut for your Daddies,” Nico praised, voice rough as he slid deep into her throat. “Even when you’re angry, this pussy drips for us.”

She closed her eyes and groaned in pain. The demon lowered himself to the ground, and picked her up, his firm hands clasped around her neck. "I do not know what Klaus Lavon taught you, but I do not tolerate any form of disrespect, do you understand me?!" His red eyes turned even darker as he glared at her. She could barely speak, not with the pain that shot through her entire body. Through weak eyes, she caught him reaching for a substance in his pocket. She could barely make out what it was, but she could tell it was in a syringe.

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.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

Rob was always the best one with explosives amongst my men, he always regarded them as his babies. "Look at him grinning like a fucking psychopath" Jamie says from beside me in the car. "It's what he does best, what do you expect" Nico was calling him but Rob seems not to be hearing him. "The Truck is already on the way, idiot. Do you plan to get blown alongside it?" Nico screamed at him but Rob only gave him a middle finger. "I swear if you get blown up, I'll hook up with your girlfriend" Nico threatened and that got Rob's attention. He gave Nico a murderous look.

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

If that person wasn't Lucifer, why couldn't he smell the demon? Meanwhile, he heard footsteps; A little far but he knew who they were. He looked back at the girl and then placed his hand on her injured shoulder and blew the devil's breath on her head. He wanted to go but felt that something was left and it was his urge. In the next second, he grabbed her lips and left them immediately, dropping one more word before disappearing. "You will serve because I am your master."

‘Rafael always hopes to save you from the Luciano family's darkness, but you are always cynical and hate him! Robin got out of bed. His body looked down and almost fell because he couldn't walk straight, as if he had been heavily drunk, despite the fact that he had not consumed any alcohol. ‘I know why Dante chose you. You are an ideal replacement for Dante Luciano! You are a malevolent devil with no heart!’ Robin's breath gasped. His throat felt extremely dry. He noticed the water on the table and wanted to drink it. However, he collapsed to the floor.