The Demon Chef Novels & Stories

Gods know I didn’t like that solution, but I had no other choice. Tendrils of smoke started to curl around the pentagram, dark, cold, unfeeling. Ak-kvir licked his teeth as he watched it, and his spit fell on the ground, leaving scorched patches in its wake. He wasn’t scared. They wouldn’t touch him. But me... Do demons eat half-demons? Of course they do. They eat everyone, with the exception of those who eat them. The men stopped twitching and stared at my movements as if mesmerized.

“Then why do you look like a cat?” “That my dear is due to a curse by a powerful demon,” Hughley said. “Demon?” “Yes, My dear. He is known as Zai, the Delta demon.” “Talking cats’ Magical bats. Now we have to deal with demons?” June asked. “Never even seen a demon before,” Elizabeth said. “Elizabeth. Each of you has seen a demon before.” Hughley corrected her. “When?” “Every time you look in a mirror.” His words adding nothing but confusion and fear, Bonnie asked what neither of the other girls could.

There have been, after all, summoners who’ve woken up one day to find that their demons refuse to answer to their call. When Ariadne’s turn came, it was almost as though she needed no coaching. Quiv had barely given her an instruction when the crystal burst a bloody red and spat out enough smoke to fill the circle before her two times over. The aged instructor smiled at it, and when the smoke dispelled, it revealed a demon that looked like a six legged dog with two eyes, a milky fur and the size of the Vesimae that began the summoning lessons. “Ah,” Quiv grinned. “A Canifrae. Quite rare for a first summon. Your reia must be most exquisite.”

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

“What happened?” Azalel closed the door from inside the room. Where they saw Rain running away. Leaving the two out. As Urie calms his friend down from behind the locked door. “Demons tried to attack us while our guard was down. At least two of the chefs are dead because of the possession. And Rain saw them all.” Lucas tried explaining. “Seems like two of the chefs that came with them are actually demons.” “Why didn’t we sense them earlier?”

Shamsiya stammered, and hurriedly withdrew plates from the cabinets, afraid the demon would turn vindictive if she was a minute late. Maybe...he didn't know what she did, and she was only scaring herself to death! The Demon Lord watched her fumble around, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes as they occasionally shifted between the camera and her. When she placed the plate of pasta before him, he pointed to the seat beside him in invitation. "Sit and eat with me."

she arched her brows, waiting for me to finish her statement. "Get rid of it," I completed with a tight swallow, earning myself a smile. "Good. I made pancakes," her voice was soft again and all that yellow was gone from her eyes leaving her black pupils. "Have some now and when you return, I'll open a nice champagne for my little demon." Demon was a belittling name and she knew how much I hated that reference. I wasn't a demon, I was a god, and gods don't hide in their room just because some nerd who didn't matter on the face of the Earth had a picture of them.

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

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.