Nosferatu Demon Novels & Stories

Damien just smiled with a mocking accent at Saveroth. Leonte thumped the table again. Bammmm!~ … "I object! This time, let me prove that mixed-blood trash like him doesn't deserve to even set foot on the battlefield with us nobles!" One of the nobles in the room burst out laughing. He is George Jovan Rafferty, a noble class vampire who has dominion in Boston. His ability is to spew an acidic liquid that can melt the densest substance in the world such as uranium. "Is there something funny?" Leonte asked.

She had to be the one they prepared for him who else would be in his room during the frenzy? She whimpered beneath him, thrashing as panic gripped her. Her voice cracked with fear, her breath stuttering as she cried out. But Kale ignored her pleas. He had done this before. Many times. The frenzy demanded a vessel. A release. Human girls were often sacrificed to quell the demon within him, if only for a night. But this one was different. His hands pinned her easily, ignoring her fight. As her scent rose to his nose, something shifted. He stared down at her throat, delicate, vulnerable, pulsing with life. The frenzy narrowed his vision until her neck was the only clear thing in the room.

He pushed his head back, a mocking laugh escaped his mouth as he bent slightly, glued his palms to his knees to catch his breath. A frown creased her brows and her head bent so she could scan her body just to see if she was a clown or something. Her eyes returned to their normal gray color and she opened her palms wide, taking an eyeful of them and muttered, "It didn't work on him, but why?" "Because I am a demon sweetie. I got my powers from the devil, the king of darkness and I–" Dracula stopped to beat his chest, showering praises on himself. "–am almost as strong as the devil."

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT🎀 She was now watching his face intently, completely mesmerized by how flawless he looked even while unconscious. It must be a demon gene... she thought to herself. Even though she knew folklore always depicted demons as ugly, monstrous creatures, she knew the truth was different. After all, Lucifer himself was a demon, and he was notoriously beautiful. And since Lucifer was the ultimate ancestor for all demons, it actually made total sense why Asher looked the way he did.

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

I tried with all my might to focus on what was going on around me. Still, my vision swam and my thoughts became clouded. The face backed away from me ever so slightly, just so the light hit them and illuminated their expression. Once I saw who was in front of me, shock ran through my body and I stopped breathing. Looming over me with a sadistic expression of someone worse than Sabrina the bitch. He has a whole black eyes some nerves surrounding its eyes and an oddly pair of teeth. Ah, damn, Nosferatu, ancient vampires who can walk under the sun.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

Thanatos declares to me with a smirk burning on his face. Sitting back in my throne with satisfying anticipation, I watch as a lesser demon splits a vampire in two with his swordlike cock. The vamp squeals in both pain and pleasure as she struggles to reach for a passed out human prostitute near her to replenish her blood loss. Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force.

The caption read: Guess who? No. No, no, no— he fucking posted it. “If you don’t obey,” Noah murmured, “I’ll make their guessing game real easy.” And I knew he would. Because Noah is no longer human, he’s a demon from the pit of hell. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I turned and ran back upstairs. The skirt was worse on. The hem barely grazed below my ass, and as I descended the stairs, I felt the cool air brush against skin that should’ve been covered.