Temari Demon Novels & Stories

Now, I need to finish this early and teach that demon a lesson. “Hello, Mammon, the dethroned demon king of Greed and Princess Cerina, the strongest but possessed divine mage of Celestia. How pathetic!” A demon in a lady form mocked us. She dressed up seductively. Her chest with swollen big breast almost left uncovered, as if she's boasting that she was blessed with humongous watermelons. Base on my calculations, she is six feet and 3 inches tall with her long stilettos that created sounds as she walk elegantly. She smiled as she kissed her finger then afterwards, she licked it like a lollipop. What’s wrong with this demon? She has two spiral horns on her forehead and long tail on her humped

I gathered many demons that I can to pursue my plan. And as soon as I thought this was the day. My very life and my revenge will perish along with my memory. I hope the remaining abyssal demon will know what kind of monster the organization created. Teresa, the embodiment of a true demon. She is the one who will turn the balance within this land upside down.

That was a real set-up! My scouts were my people, my subjects, and of course that jerk didn’t touch them. And so, that was what they saw: a small demon, a grey-skinned, tailed creature, had been riding another demon. Then he had summoned an entire host of demons, and they went to slaughter the Tevarrian army. I could barely hold back curses, but still managed to get more details. Apparently, everything wasn’t as bad as it seemed. They had noticed Ak-kvir and I when we knocked out the sentries and had decided to follow us.

He had messy brown hair which had been tinted dark blond, and had a playful aura. "Language, Dominic." "Sorry grandmother, but you know I'm not lying. Meanwhile, wrong timing or whatever but you, Artemis, are fucking smoking hot. Sure you're really related to me?" Despite my mood, I found myself chuckling against my grandmother's chest. Leila was patting my head softly while the other female was yet to speak. That had to be Mia, the fourth member of the pack whom Leila had described as a cold perfectionist bitch. "Dominic, a little courtesy won't kill you. Shamelessly hitting on your cousin."

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had given her. With a deep breath, Mia took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room. The low lighting and flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was suffused with an otherworldly energy, prickling at their skin as they ventured deeper. Heartman followed closely behind Mia, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never thought about this before jumping into it, but now it was too late because Mia's mind was made up. As they neared the center of the room, Mia and Heartman discovered the main altar, a grotesque structure adorned with esoteric symbols and surrounded by charred remains. This

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

Ember commands something deeper. I crest a ridge of jagged obsidian and stop. The sight nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. She stands at the center of a vast expanse of black glass. Shadow demons, thousands of them, form a massive circle around her. Horned giants, winged creatures with burning eyes. Beasts older than kingdoms. Every single one bowed. Not in fear, in reverence. Ember stands in the center of them like a queen who has finally stepped onto the throne she was always meant to claim. Gold light moves faintly through the darkness around her body, weaving through the shadows as if the realm itself were bowing to her. For a moment, I can only stare. In all my years here, I have n

- Next, I say, a demon is a man of power, so this is Sherman. - My God. Tsuki got up. – I'm not a demon, but I'm a representative, besides that, I did account and I'm the mediator, I'm the one who reads the files and sends with contacts each of the demons that are my partners or work with my godfather. - Tsuki said, getting up, walking around the table, between that court, then he turned around and spoke.