Novel & Cerita Shapeshifting Demon

He blurted out, his desperation never leaving his voice. "The Shapeshifter demon lives among you and just like you was a werewolf who sold his soul to the demons for power, if you noticed he isn't always present whenever there's an attack. He's a friend in disguise constantly leading you to fake clues, so as to keep you blinded. His aim is revenge, kill our watchers, Alpha's, Beta's and then rule over all creatures. He is evil and isn't to be trusted, no one is it".

“We need an alliance, Noah. The cult must be destroyed, and their leader, the Vhalir, must be taken out. But you must understand what he is.” Enyeto leaned over a table, his face growing grim. “He is not a man. He is a broken liriar, an Angel. A vhal liri. Stories say, he was cut from the vae lin, the celestial source, and banished from his realm to this one. He is a fallen thing, starving for the light he lost. He established this cult to steal zhil vae from humans through fear and sacrifice, trying to build a new throne out of rot.” Kael leaned against the doorframe, his composure returning, though his eyes remained wary. “And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm,

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

Melinda: I have never heard of a creature like that before. Lord Drago: Then be thankful to Ban here for letting us witness this sight. In all our history there have been only three demons who have summoned a creature like that but all three of them fail to form a contract with them. It's an absolute rarest of the rarest familiar out there in the other world. There are quite a few of them and each possess their own unique ability. They were once great spirits who cursed their fate and became undead and wandered the world of the familiars. Melinda: So what category would we place a creature like that? If you ask me I would definitely rate it an S class familiar.

It can kill any demonic spirit, even the faceless shadows, but they did not die easy. The Inferus were agile, swift with their movements and above all could teleport from one place to other. That’s why no one has lived to tell the tale of defeating their kind. No one lived that long. I took a shaky breath and looked over my shoulder. Talia was trying to navigate the way to our room. She had her arm clutching her belly protectively, eyes shifting around as she tentatively took each step. My eyes automatically shifted towards Dean, he was indulged with one of the shadows, but I had no other option. Two of them were on me. I couldn’t drive them towards Talia. That would beat the entire purpose.

I realized it too. When he watched until the end of our wedding ceremony, after that, right in front of everyone to make me regret, he made a horrible choice. He want to remove his heavenly spiritual heart and offer it to the Aztarion Abyss just to become a Demon Alpha God. This act marked the easiest yet most difficult way to becoming an Devil. Once that happens, he would become a great destruction of everything, he will consumed by anger like no love, no mercy. Cruelty would define him forever.

I lay on top of the now deformed crow, wondering how I was supposed to deal with it trying to regenerate itself. “First, shadow weaving. Now, using strength. Hmm.” I look up to the second floor, where Mammon is looking down at me. “Fascinating.” He hums, levitating downward. His body is almost fully demonized. His red bat wings are already out of his back. Marvon’s face is no longer his own; it now belongs to the demon prince of greed. Perhaps the only remembrance of his body belonging to him are the tidbits of human skin on Mammon’s face, hanging under his chin when he grins, showing his sharpened teeth. “You’re a human, but your gifts are demonic. How do you do it?” My response to him is t

When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon. But the humans were very wrong. Shifters are always born human and between their fifteenth and sixteenth birthday, their body would change and transform into their true race. While there are werewolves, shifters could also be many other things. Vampires, werewolves, and witches were by far the most common, while sirens, fairies, and the dreaded angels of the night were more uncommon among the shifting race. The most rare was called the arch angels.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.