The Demon's Obsession Novels & Stories

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

“So what happens when it does?” Professor Cullen came and stood at his front. "Roman loses himself completely. The Entity takes over finally. And then... it will do what it's always wanted to do.” "Which is?" Lysan tilted his head. "Consume everything." Professor Cullen’s voice was flat now. "Every timeline, every reality, every soul. It wants to absorb it all. Because the Entity isn't just a parasite—it's a god. A broken, hungry god that wants to rebuild the world in its own image.”

They had darkened too, swirling with an intensity that reminded me of a demon lurking just beneath the surface, waiting to break free. Victoria, seemingly unaware of the tension, settled herself within the circle as it filled with her blood. Dominic moved closer, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened a small wound on his hand. The moment his blood flowed, I saw his composure wavering, but he held steady, squeezing a few drops into Victoria’s mouth. She swallowed with unease, then shivered with disgust. "How do you guys get addicted to this?" she muttered, her expression twisting in disbelief as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

The moment I opened the faucet, Aeron growled. "Aeron," I said, turning off the tap and taking a sip of the water. He wasn't awake. I watched as he sat there in the dimly lit living room on the couch. The couch I had sat on, and he had given me pleasure. As much as I would like to reminisce about what Aeron did to me there, he didn't seem all right. His fitful breathing and restless movements revealed the turmoil within. His face contorted with agony, and his brow glistened with sweat as he wrestled with the demons of his subconscious. The once serene night had turned into a haunting ordeal for him. It was as if he was trapped in a relentless maze of his own fears and regrets. Each twitch of

"You're mine. Even if I have to break your bones and build you back with my name on every piece." Dante knew what this was. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It was hunger. It was possession. It was the kind of obsession that made men monsters. And he was already halfway there. He walked back to the bed, leaned over her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “You’ll leave again, won’t you?” He whispered against her ear. “Run to him. To your precious Damon. But I’ll find you, Alessia. I always do. And when I do... you won’t run next time. You’ll crawl.”

the demon was concerned about a psychologist, he was way too interested, which make the demon worried about his intelligence, he believes that he will plot something. demon to end every possible which could become a reason for his doom, he speaks as he should, so the psychologist loses interest in him he saw the body of Elsa, but he doesn't have any emotion for her.

"You know exactly what you’re doing when you get close to her, when you touch her, when you look at her like she already belongs to you." "And doesn’t she?" Demon finally turns, that crooked, defiant smile on his lips. "Haven’t you realized you can’t keep her all to yourself anymore?" "And you think you’re any better than me?" John steps closer. "You think you’re less selfish? What you feel for her isn’t love, it’s addiction. It’s obsession. And I swear, if you hurt her one more time—" "You gonna hit me?" Demon sets the glass down. "In front of her? Would that make you feel more like a man? More worthy of her love?"

Obsession isn’t something you choose. It chooses you. Wraps around your soul like a vice, squeezing until there’s nothing left but the sickness of wanting. It seeps into your blood, replacing logic, making you something… else. Something monstrous. And fuck… I like it the more I watch her.

The demon materialized behind him, visible now to everyone: obsidian skin, ridged fourteen-inch cock throbbing upright, horns gleaming in candlelight. The congregation screamed. Some fled toward the doors, locked now by invisible force. Others fell to their knees, crossing themselves frantically. The incubus ignored them. He gripped Damien’s hips with clawed hands and slammed home in one brutal thrust. The priest’s scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling, raw, ecstatic, profane. “Forgive me… Father… for I have sinned…” The demon began to fuck him in earnest, long, punishing strokes that made the altar shake. Each ridge dragged mercilessly over Damien’s prostate, battering it without mercy. The

They shifted colors as I watched, from deep crimson to molten gold to pure black. “You’re real,” I breathed. “Very observant.” He stepped out of the circle as if it wasn’t there, moving with predatory grace. “I am Oberin. And you, little artist, have invoked a contract with a high-ranking lust demon. Do you have any idea what that means?” I scrambled backward, suddenly aware of how stupid this had been. “I—the book said—”