Running With The Demon の小説・ストーリー

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

I can feel it. Coughing through my rasping breath, I spit onto the cobblestones, groaning. I am not fit. Instead of running into his arms, I'm compelled to flee from him. It's as if Dax's warnings have finally settled into my subconsciousness, my instincts rearing up to take hold of my body. Keo appears in front of me, narrowing his eyes. “Running, really? From a Demon?” He tilts his head to the side, that taunting smile arising a fear in me like nothing I've felt before.

Leaning against the oak with his arms crossed and his breathing completely even and the expression of a man who had arrived some time ago and had been waiting patiently. I stared at him. "How did you—" "You didn't run at full speed," he said, with the infuriating calm of someone who had never been in any danger of losing. "I was at full speed—" "You were at the speed you currently know about," he said. "Which is not the same as your full speed. You'll find that out over the next few weeks." He tilted his head. "You're also still running like a human. Leading with the wrong foot. Khyra knows the right way. You need to let her. But even at that, the probability of beating me in a race are stil

I look at him as he stands up, starting towards me and I take another step back. The way he is glaring at me, the slow steps he is taking towards me... He is like an angry lion taming its prey. I don't want another scar. Not another wound on top of the one I got yesterday. Not another pain. The only way to save myself is to obey his order- to stay away from him when he is possessed by this demon. He is not himself and this weird side of him is so new to me. RUN! My brain screams, and I promptly half turn to run for my dear life, but I halt on my steps when he speaks.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

★★★ Alexander’s furious eyes summoned his inner strength to look for Bella, crossing the longest distance a normal being could ever imagine. His breath fell hot around the place, cutting through the cold as the atmosphere became eerie. The ground under his feet turned black as the surface burnt in no time. Alexander did feel a smell that not belonged to Bella but a lower demon who dared to attack him and duped him by taking Bella away from him. He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move.

In a wolf form, I swiftly rushed towards my enemies also rushing to meet my pace under the moonlight, but they are no match for the flames I unleashed, revealing their sheer numbers to me, but none of them can match my level of power. Some believe it's a gift from the devil and thanks to the devil that they're talking about. What matters now is, I'm strong. And yes, I crave for power, I want more. Even though I already possess the strongest one, I yearn to be even stronger. That's why I always confront any number of enemies in battle. People call me demon, I fully embrace that role too. So what? From afar, they are like swarming ants but I inflicted widespread damage as well. It appears that

Mom cried and began to sob. I hugged Mom. “Please, don’t cry. I am sure that Mr. Demetri knows what to do.” “These demons are stubborn. He must have brought friends,” began Desmond. “I need to go inside and lock the door. Don’t come after me.” “No! Don’t go inside.” I grabbed Desmond’s arm. “If there are more of them and only one of you, wouldn’t they overpower you?” “I need to go. They are here for war, and I must defend us. Blood is what they crave. I can sense death spells in the air,” said Desmond.