Phoenix Demon Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

"I'll be taking this back." "I know how you escaped the dream world," Merkon chuckled, then coughed. "I know who gave you that powerful magic called Phoenix Flames. A powerful being who can easily rescue you from another dimension uses the same power." "Who?" It got me intrigued by the person Merkon is afraid of. "There's only one man," he gave a weak grin. "Someone equal that to the Demon King." I furrow my brows.

"All this wealth, and power, and we still have absolutely nothing. The curse follows us everywhere. You may as well call her back." "I don't need her. I need a waitress that's immune to your charms." Max retorted. Phoenix's eyes rested over me for a second before he passed me and walked out of the room. I liked to believe he went after the girl. Max followed my eyes and shrugged. "Sorry I couldn't introduce you to my younger brother. He's moody most of the time, but you don't have anything to worry about. I will tell him you're off-limits." "You are a demon?" I asked.

SAM A smirk spreads across Phoenix’s face when he notices me gawking at him. He’s wearing a black tuxedo and looks yummy enough to be my dessert for tonight after the Art exhibit Fundraising event hosted by Hughes Industries. “Wanna have a quickie first before we go to the exhibit?” Phoenix asks, smirking, and I’m literally drooling over him. “I spent half an hour just to like this,” I say, motioning to my floor-length off-shoulder black dress. “I’m not gonna ruin just for a quickie, and we’ll gonna be late anyway.”

I need her to want me despite my true nature, so I cannot do this from the shadows where I have spent so long merely existing. “Are all demons as beautiful as you?” she runs her hand up my cheek and into my tightly curled hair. Her fingers stroke the raised skin around my horns and the feather light touch makes my cockridge ripple and swell. Her fingers show the truth in her words, she isn’t disgusted or frightened, more like entranced... maybe even... accepting... of what I have spent so long fighting. My demon side. “Beautiful? What the...” “Get used to it. She calls me beautiful too.” Phoenix laughs and shakes his head.

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

Lucifron runs his fingers over Gary's face, letting the sparks spread, and looking him in the eyes, says: - I love you. The phoenix stretches her wings, stretching and opening her beak. She had lain down next to Gary and fallen asleep. Now that she woke up, she saw that inside the room, looking at Gary, was a horrible figure. The figure looked around suspiciously, as if he knew someone else was there. Then he looks at Gary. - What do you dream of with an empty mind? I can't see it. I hope you dream of me fucking you – the demon says, laughing.