Red Face Demon Novels & Stories

“First, she's not a demon that I need. The people who called her up should handle it on their own. Second, I'm the demon general. Do you think a demon like me needs humanity?” Roxanne felt that she could not refute Egan, so she kept quiet and looked at him with hateful eyes. The drawing of the demon eye suddenly emitted a red light. It wanted to suck Roxanne's soul into the painting. After that, Mrs. Dieter would take Roxanne's body and come back to life.

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?”

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

I feel my eyes change their color turning red as fire. I tear my gaze from him and close them to bring my original eye color. Then look at Demon King. "I'm allowing you to end me. But if you fail to do so. Then be ready to die in my hand." My eyes flare up in red, challenging him. "Okay, as per your wish." Saying that he stands up from his throne. "Be ready to attack." He announces and I watch a demon play the flute. Within no time the whole place was filled with demons and other creatures like that day. I watched them but didn't feel scared of them.

The Demon King thought triumphantly to himself. “Ma’oz, meet Dorthy, my best friend. Dorthy, this is the Demon King, slash my temporary husband.” “How can anyone think he is your husband?!!? He looks nothing like Montgomery Lewis!” Her comment caught his attention. Both Journee and Ma’oz spoke at the same time. “You see the real him/me?” “Don’t you see the same?” Dorthy looked from Journee to Ma’oz, and back to the Demon King again. Confused. “How can anyone miss those red eyes, and…and…and that!” She pointed at the whole of the male in the room.

My eyes would be the deep obsidian of my dragon. Moving my hands to Sin’s hips, I flipped us over so that he was pinned beneath me. His hair spread over the white pillowcase, the sunlight brought out the deep red hues. There was no other way around it. He was a beautiful demon. The way the sun looked almost glistening off of the light smattering of freckles that covered the bridge of his nose.

’ Irving questioned. ‘A demon and an angel.’ I answered as confused as ever. As the demon’s head turned enough, my heart froze. The profile was similar, but I knew it couldn’t be Hizkiah. Hizkiah would have a scar across his face from our last battle. Not even being revived from death would have healed what I did to his face. Beyond missing the scar, this demon was nearly identical to Hizkiah. The same blonde hair, face shape, and deceptive slender body frame. The other difference is the demon’s eyes. Hizkiah’s were black as coal, and this demon’s eyes were golden.

Give him the noose to hang himself… Big Red looked at her smugly as his man handed him his drink. He took a sip then smiled at her. She didn’t like the look of that smile, it was devious and vile. It gave her the creeps…and she knew creeps, there were plenty of them in the Demon Realm. He would make a good demon… “Scott owes me a lot of money.” He said causing Kat to scowl. Fucker! So his gambling debts are now involving me it seems, this is off contract.

Apparently, the command to kill has not yet been given. The most frisky and wild parted, letting the originals pass. Casius smiles broadly, looking directly into my eyes. But I didn’t look down, I hope he sees all the rage and anger that I feel. Here is a man standing next to him inspires horror. Unlike the rest of those present, this one looks very intimidating. His heart sank involuntarily at the appearance of the enemy. In appearance, you can easily see his true bestial essence. The eyes are black and pitch black. The hair is long to the waist, the physique is large and massive, sharp claws of an unpleasant brownish tint are released on the hands. The face is covered with many scars. This