Sloth Demon Riddles Novels & Stories

A shadow demon said while licking his lips hungrily, his eyes looking everywhere trying to find the source of the intoxicating, maddening, and delicious smell. "The sweetest blood, where is it coming from?!" Henry knew that the shadow demons’ senses were absolute, and therefore didn’t doubt their words for a second, if they were smalling blood, then there was blood, the question was, whose blood was it?

"That journey shall be too perilous, though the path is the shortest." "What are the Drekavac?" this time Ruslan asked. "Drekavac, or the screamers. They are furry canine human-like forest demons with a spindle-thin body and impossibly long claws. Horrible, horrible creatures, those Drekavac, I tell you," said the owl. "Our time is running out," the princess said. "The solstice is getting nearer and we can't linger anymore."

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

Dante pinned him with one foot, summoning a dagger of pure ice. "Speak," Dante ordered, his voice like death itself. "Who sent you?" The demon only laughed. “A riddle for you, King: The darkness hunts a maiden, and a maiden he shall claim. Name the darkness, for he will not rest until she is his.” Before Dante could demand more, the demon swallowed his own cloud, choking, suffocating, and died under Dante’s foot. The air stilled. The danger passed. But Dante didn’t relax. He caught it. Her scent. Strong. Sweet. Undeniably hers.

“You’re not human, and you’re not a werewolf… what are you?” “A demon,” Sloth answered, smiling lazily. “You brought a demon into our home?” Luna Stella snapped, her voice cutting through the room like glass. Her disgusted glare never left me, as if I were to blame for his presence. “Damien really does surround himself with dangerous things.” The Alpha’s hand pressed lightly against her arm, urging her to sit. “And why are you here?” he asked Sloth evenly. “I answer to no one but Damien,” Sloth said without interest.

"Who are you?" Holly demanded as the thing blinked at her. The sloth took it's time blinking at her. "I'm the one that is going to ask you questions. You just answer them." Holly stared at the animal. Did it think it was threatening her? It was a sloth. It wasn't exactly the most dangerous animal she'd bet. Even Eros in his cabbit form would be able to beat this. "You're underestimating me, aren't you?" the sloth questioned with its warm honey-like voice. "I want to ask you about Lust."

A demon with black wolf ears and a red wolf tail said with a tired voice. "Who asked him to slack off? Being a goat demon doesn't mean he can slack off. That idiot's got four fucking stomachs and still can't do a single thing right," said a demon with large ears and asymmetrical rainbow hair. "Yeah, it's best he contribute his core to useful people instead of obstinately wasting food and space." Said the crocodile-headed demon. " After all that exercise, I can't wait for the food to arrive," said the rainbow-haired demon.

She stops twirling and her face falls at what Rmina said. "I'm only singing. None of our pups will probably mate with each other. That would be too easy." Davina says, calming Rmina down. I know they love each other, but Davina likes to get under her skin every chance she gets. "What can you tell us about ass man?" I ask Davina before she and Rmina can start fighting. "He's the demon of lust, so can you guess what he likes?" She asks while sitting back down. Here she goes with her riddles.

I spend a whole day explaining the story of Riztine the Daayan and here you are sleeping as if you are listening to a bedtime story," I exclaimed and ignored her question. "Hey Barbie, for your information, I'm a demon and demons don't sleep," Oslec responds quickly while looking at me with his tired eyes. "I just close my eyes for a moment and visualized your fairytale story in my head to capture every moment of the events," he said in his defense. "Yeah right," I irritably said and rolled my eyes. "You did not mention anything about the golden coins of the underworld," Oslec curiously asked as if he was listening to my story. "That's the main reason why we are going there. We need to retri

My heart dropped. “You see,” the demon continued, “treasures always demand a price.” Her voice drifted like smoke. “If you want the truth, go to the Stormspire Mountain. Every answer you seek waits there.” The doors burst open as the werewolf elders stormed in. Outside, strange, soft-bodied creatures were fighting the police—boneless, writhing, crawling across the garden like massive larvae. I stared at them in horror. The worms. “Oh,” Thalmyr giggled. “You’ve found my little gift. Do you like it?”