Super Saiyan Demon Novels & Stories

"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?"

Ripping her eyes from the portrait, Sara kept on running until she made it to the main stairs that led to the dining room where her sister and brother were supposed to be, but the whole place was on fire, dark smoke made it impossible for the human eye to see, but Sara was no human and therefore managed to see the dead bodies, partially burned with their necks bleeding, and a demon drinking the blood of a half dead young maid. Not wasting her time, Sara launched at the demon with her full speed, replicating her earlier attack, but instead of letting her emotions take control of her like what happened with Eren, she kept her cool and focused her energy on the tips of her fingers, in one swift

"What!! How's that possible? You're one of the best seer ever " "Exactly my Lord! It beats my imagination..I tried finding out but it seems as if someone out there is hiding it from us" "Strange!! Something is not right here..I don't feel good about this" "Don't worry my Lord! I'll keep on trying" he assured.. "I hope it works out..summon other demons, it's time to go trap some humans" I said.. "Yes my Lord" he replied with a slight bow and zoom off... Saphira's POV

He leaned back still staring at her beautiful face, he felt the demon in him growl in hunger and wanted nothing but to devour her sweet taste. He took a thousand breath to pull back the Demon. " Easy boy. We'll do that some other time." He said and his demon calmed down. Guess it's fully ready than Lucas is.

He didn't have to wait much longer when one ran towards him with his sword raised above his head. Demon did nothing to block the coming attack as the Ninja approached him bringing his sword down to strike. Demon used his other free hand to stop the sword from touching his beautiful face and with inhuman force drag the sword away from the Ninja. Before the Ninja would bring out his second short sword he kept hidden in his hips just for emergency, Demon has used his two Ninja Dragon Stars to slash deeply in his body and neck. "Is this the fastest and strongest Ninjas you say you are?" Demon mocked them.

It drops lower, skimming close enough that the heat of it prickles his face. “Smiter!” it roars, voice doubled, the word shaking windows— as it perched itself on a power pole that had a transformer under it. Its eyes burn hotter. Flesh splits along old seams; smoke hisses from the cracks as if something inside it is overheating. “You cannot defeat us all.” “OK! I will start with a smelly shitbag like you first,” Scott says, measuring the arc for a second swing. The demon dives off the power pole and banks for another strike, eyes flashing like molten glass, body unfurling for his head. As it flew towards Scott from the corner of the demon’s eye, he could see a set of truck lights as it drove

So now, In front of another demon, he was wearing his mask. "Look who is here! I didn't expect to see the Kulkarni family Descendant Sahil here. Wait It could be that you reached that dark energy source before us. It's such a pity. But I think you should give that back to us. That belongs to us demons." "What if I say no?" Sahil snorted. That demon laughed at his words, then said devilishly. "You better not. Cause I am not an ordinary demon. I am the 25th great demon Dhanush. You don't stand a chance against me, so it's better to back off."

A moment later he returned, turning corporal once more and carrying her bags. "How did you do that?" He raised a brow, as if it were obvious. "I'm a spectral demon." "That is so cool. So you're like a ghost or something?" "Most humans who think they've seen a ghost are actually witnessing a spectral demon." Her curiosity racing she asked jokingly, "Can you go all Jedi and move things with your mind?" He cocked his head, as if he were about to give a lecture to a group of children. "Yes, when I go fully demonic I have telekinetic abilities. And I can't be harmed or killed. It makes my kind invaluable, especially on the battlefield."

“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!” The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted. “I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.” “And?” “And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.” “Until...” “Until I leave this world!” The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.