Std Demon Novels & Stories

Casey pulls me from my thoughts though and drags me down to the tree line. “Ember, Damian may not completely be a demon.” He says. I cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He made it to Royalty class level no problem but he’s not Lucifer, Belphegor, Asmodous or any of the seven deadly sins. But I sense that I’m missing something!” “What do you need from him?” I asked. “Well I need a sample from him and since his stamina is stupidly high and he can take on anything from being crushed by a planet, I need a… you know?” Casey awkwardly puts a hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

And that was because a person's life was more important than finding the radius of a circle. The teacher talked about the levels of demons. Low-level demons which were common yet mildly dangerous. Mid-level demons were more uncommon but in multitudes like criminals, they are highly dangerous and most likely require a demon hunter to kill them. Then high-level demons, when one is seen the city must be immediately evacuated. They require multiple demon hunters to kill them. Finally special ranked, are rare but when sighted, not even a nuke can stop them. "Ma'am, what are the princes of hell? I saw it on news." A boy asked

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

Instead, it was as simple as it could be, that is- MY DEMONIC FANGS ! They were sharply shaped dead cells around sensitive nerve endings and it was pretty safe to say that Zompano was going to be my meat at this hour of the day and I was going to make sure to relish each and every flesh and bone of his being. Rogue Demons might be disgusting to look at but Demon Meat was Demon Meat- juicy, luscious and stomach warming. “I can’t wait, Danielle,” Damon whined through the mindlink as I watched Zompano hysterically try to break free from our hold for some time. Pfft. Such a miserable loser. “What are you waiting for ?” he impatiently asked.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

"I did what was necessary to protect the realms. The Void needed a host, or it would have consumed everything—your world and mine." "And you picked me because I was easy to break," she spat. The red sky of the Iron Market suddenly turned black. The frozen explosion of Silas’s body didn't finish its blast—it simply dissolved into ash. The thousands of demons outside the pavilion stopped their cheering. A wave of absolute, crushing silence swept over the crater. Every demon in the Iron Market simultaneously fell to their knees. Not for Vane. For her. Vane felt it. He let go of her shoulders, stepping back, his hand flying to the hilt of his cane. His expression was a complex map of regret, fea

"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?"

“Let me introduce him to you. “This is Demon who ranks first in underground boxing. “His only hobby is to eat human flesh. Thomas Mayo, let’s feed him with your flesh today. “Demon, eat him!” Demon curved the corner of his lips slightly, and he rushed toward Thomas swiftly. His extremely high speed was incredible.