Red Face Demon Novels & Stories

Fyn. Fyn didn't know how long he stared at the demon, but it was probably long enough that the demon got tired and left him there, gawking. If he had been red before, he knew that his face probably turned a deep shade of red enough to consider him a tomato. Had the demon actually brought him something to eat? Surely not. Still, if the demon didn't eat fruits, why would he bring a wide variation of them? Did the demon usually feed his captives before killing them? Nothing made sense.

"She looks all skinny and bones" "Does she taste good?" "I wonder how an actual human tastes." Their hunger words are reaching my ear in a very terrifying voice that is scaring me. I am not food. Why do I have to be food? "Tell me human. Do you taste good?" A demon came in front of my face and spoke to me with a smile. His eyes are dark green and have very pitch-red hair. It is a weird combination of hair and eye color, but he is pale white and so beautiful. His eyes have a dark aura. A killing intent in his smile. It is scaring me. "Looks like you met her already"

Apparently, she knew him. "Why do demons' eyes glow red when they look at you?" I asked curiously and she chuckled softly. "Oh dear, when a demon's eyes turn red when they're looking at you it means that they are attracted to you or very angry. The brighter the red the more they're into you or the angrier they are. Why? Do Noah's eyes turn red?" I nodded with a frown. "Cheer up, that means you've won half the battle," my wolf growled. I rolled my eyes and rested my head against the seat.

the slim one with black hair said and slapped me viciously across my face, making me gasp in shock while the other one laughed at me. " You slap me?" I asked as the demon in me began to rise. I was angry and mad at these fools for slapping me so, I allowed the demon in me to take control over my body completely. My eyes turned red as my whole body boiled with rage. Within a second, I slapped their faces, my five fingers imprinted on their faces, making them stagger back and they looked at me in shock. " You dare slap me with your filthy hands?" I found myself howling loudly, making them shiver in fear as I looked at the maids through my red eyes, making them tremble and avoid my gaze.

His voice was deep and calm, yet there was something in it that Clairra finds alarming. “I asked, who are you not why you were here, demon!” The demon laughed mockingly and jumped down but remained in the shadow of the big tree. “Then I shall call you, human,” he says while stepping into the light. He had such human features that Clairra could not help her eyes widening. Demons can take any form but why is this one so human? Even his eyes weren’t red! He has marble electric blue eyes. Where did the crimson go? “Show me your true form!” She demanded.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

Jared said in a deep eerie voice that reeked malicious intent as saliva dripped from his mouth. The demon was unlike anything they had ever seen or faced before. It towered over them, with skin that was as black as coal and eyes that glowed a demonic red. It wielded a massive claw that looked as if it could cleave them in two with a single blow. Still, Leon showed no fear as he leaped and shifted into his Lycan form

The demon turned towards me, his red blazing eyes with blood dripping mouth looking as Sinister as ever. At the sight of the man in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little unsure in my heart. It was only two days ago I met an actual demon for the first time in my life after I came here, and Cassandra was anything but sweet. However, what am I supposed to do or say when it's only been two days, and I met a ferocious and blood-hungry demon?

A tall fat man with red hair and bruises on his face stepped in along with five more men walking behind him and a girl also with red hair clinging on his arm. Wait, the three men behind him.. I think they’re familiar. “So, she’s the demon’s girl?” The girl asked as she walks towards me and eyed me from my head down to my toes. “That fucking bastard has a good taste huh?” the fat man said while looking at me too. “Yes, boss.” Answered Gaston. “Who are you?” I asked them. The fat man suddenly laughed. The sound of his laughter brought creeps to me. He sounded like a devil. His eyes are also red which made him appear like a real demon.

“This feeling…” the lanky Wind Demon clutched his chest as his heartbeat began to rise rapidly. His face which had been neutral all this time, containing little or no emotion, began to flush red as his lips curled into a maniacal smile. “…it’s like those times” the female Wind Demon whose actions had cast Pathfinder into his current predicament was also smiling widely. Her hands were trembling strongly, and her eyes were filled with a strong desire for battle. The bloodlust that she had not shown any sings of having, suddenly bulged out and covered her entire frame like a blanket, causing a few Wind Demons that were around her to grow stiff in fear.