Nosferatu Demon の小説・ストーリー

he asked nodding at her response. “Well, as much as I hate to break it to you mate, I have to. You see this “baby” of yours, is no hybrid and I don’t know what he is. But according to Carl his part wolf, as he can feel the presence of his pup in him, according to Demetrio, he has the power of the most powerful demon in the underworld and according to the leech right here, he is also a vampire. You see my dear, this is no baby but the devil incarnates.”

Probably because of his goddamn fangs. “Nosferatu! A bloody demon.” I growled, moving back and back, without taking my eyes from him. The figure in front of him moved, and adjusted their head. It was a woman. She was looking at me in confusion. My eyes lowered to her neck, but there were no traces of any injury. I’d clearly seen the blood-sucking demon sink his fangs into her neck, yet she seemed completely fine. “Are you new here?” She asked. I didn’t respond. More like, I couldn’t. My tongue was suddenly numb and wouldn’t move. But I continued moving back, until I bumped into something.

Frederick said, and tossed Wilbert and Alice onto the ground. Rowan’s eyelid twitched. Judging by their appearance, Wilbert and Alice were pure-blooded Nosferatus. Pure-blooded Nosferatus were far more powerful than the regular ones. Yet here they were, beaten up so badly! “Captain Norris, does this mean we can call it a day and head back to rest?” Jorge asked quietly, recovering from his shock. “Call it a day?” Rowan felt embarrassed and annoyed.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

For the only food the demons have was blood. Curled on the floor, Ursula shivered and tried to relax. She didn’t like being on the bed, for it was filled with cum with a mix of blood. There were painful moments when the six demons would take her all at the same time. It was so painful that she didn’t flinch anymore when they touched her and forced themselves in her ass. She discovered that Noir likes to take women from the back. ‘I like this hole even better.’ Noir hummed in her ear. ‘It's tighter than the other. I don’t care if you don’t receive my seed.’ And when Noir kisses her, his fangs dig on her lips and he drinks and sucks on the blood.

Hannah said looking out through the window. "Mom what are you talking about?" Hannah asked. "Witches shouldn't go close to a Nosferatu especially a moonlight witch, it could tap your powers when you use it and then channel it which,A Nosferatu is dangerous, the last one couldn't be killed but was trapped in a tomb, it's decades ago." Hannah said Devina exhaled as she collapsed unto the couch. "Maybe I should have known what we're dealing with before using the moonlight powers, Now we're gonna have two big threats." Devina said.

She cackled again, looking around at the demons. "It is, however, most unlucky that my stay in this world away from my home dimension has left me quite weak. Fifteen years in the wrong dimension will do weakening things to a Greater Demon like me. I've had to feed off the blood of puny little Mortals. I'm not the same Aosoth you used to cower in fear of. In order to be restored to my former glory, it is highly imperative for me to perform the Ritual of Infernal Transformation, and as you know, this ritual requires the blood of a spawn, the bones of a servant, and the flesh of my spouse " Aosoth paused and regarded the demons.

The goblin continued to point out albeit tracing his filthy, thick, scarred fingers on Amethyst's cheeks as if he were applying 'witch hazel' to make her skin even and warm. "I'm all ears!" In a mocking tone, Amethyst tittered the words out, making the one in front of her flinch with visible rage at her utters. Twisting his lips, Thunder closed his large, yellow eyes and took a deep breath. "I…I think there might be a creature that will give you all that your heart desires — the power and a hand to take down Wendell." Thunder hissed. "The one whose life has ended way before Nerida was born but is considered undead and feeds on the blood of the living— A Nosferatu!" Thunder emphasised, giggli

But with a sound like pages turning. A figure stepped out from the trees, not walking—gliding. His coat was black, long, and lined with crimson thread. His eyes were like polished obsidian, glinting with amusement. Hair the color of ash. Skin too perfect to be mortal. He smiled at me. "You called, little healer." I said nothing. I stood, heart hammering, fists clenched. The demon tilted his head. "How formal. You must be Faust." "You know my name."

Nyles said helplessly. Anastasia shuddered inwardly. She had heard all about that man. The demon wolf who had an insatiable taste for blood and death. They also said he had connections to the human world–a place her people have been forbidden to go because it was a place where they were worshipped–humans worshipped Faes whom they call Fairy. Offerings were given to them by these humans and the Faes thrive on this offerings. The people of her kingdom was highly protected, for they were the highest species in the Lorea Empire. Faes were also not allowed to step out of Vilinski for fear that the demon wolf was lurking around. And also because of most of them, no all of them, fear that they will