The Descent Of The Demon Master Novels & Stories

He flashed her his death stare, and for a brief second, she thought of running to where her master stood. "That demons aren't real, because they are. And I would watch your man there carefully if I were you. He is a demon, a supernatural creature. How did you two even...it doesn't matter. My doom has come either way." She narrowed her eyes on him now. Visibly confused by everything he had said. It was the second time he was making such an accusation against her master, and now he was saying his doom had come. "What does that even mean?" Her bitterness was audible in her voice, visible in her eyes, but the older man did not seem to care.

"Well, now Mrs. James, it seems like we are all alone, just you and me. I just want to make sure you understand the truth. The truth is you're right. I am the common denominator for all the cases you mentioned to the captain tonight. But you're wrong too. I'm not just demonic. Your husband, the good pastor, got it wrong too. I'm not possessed. Not like you or he thinks I am. No, think back to that day your son Henry cracked Greg Masters' head with a ball bat. That day is key, Karen. Do you know why it's key?" Greg waited until she whispered, "Why?" Greg reached into her mind and made himself appear like her personal nightmare of what a demon looked like. Then he got right in her face. His bl

Hardly aware of what was happening, I was on the verge of losing my mind. Sick of the games and unneeded fighting, I rose, addressing the air once again. “What the hell is wrong with you, Desmond? Why have you brought demons with you? You’re driving me crazy! Why would you bring evil to fight me and my friends?” I screamed, hurting my throat. “My almost defeated slaves have news for you,” said Madame Long, scattering different hued ashes around her. “According to them, he is a high-energy demon impersonating to be a low-energy incubus. You have been fooled and taken advantage of by a fiend.”

Step by Step, the heel sounds moves closer, and I try to lift my face up to see who the demon actually was, but my face falls flat to the ground. Am weak and I know it, cause no matter how I try to finally see who the "mastermind" is, my face ends up falling back down, over and over again. The heel growing closer with every step, I realized the cursed demon "Mastermind" was a female, but who it was, was where the puzzled laid. More sounds, the heel finally stops moving and stands in front of my helpless wounded body. Slowly lowering down, the demon "Mastermind" grabs my chin and finally ends my boiling curiosity.

While James was purifying the Devouring Demon’s soul, he had glimpsed at his memories. Before his death, the Devouring Demon was a powerhouse at the Terra Acme Rank and was called the Master Necromancer. He was a strong cultivator that existed before the Space Race Era. Before the Space Race conquered the Greater Realms, he had already been killed by other powerhouses. The sorcery he mastered was capable of creating death spirits. “As you wish, Master.” The Death Demon did not dare to disobey James since his life was in James’ hand. The Death Demon spread his arms wide open as if he was embracing the world. He breathed in the fresh air and felt rejuvenated. Then, he murmured, “It feels so go

I screamed against the dark and the chain holding me and tried to pull on it and the demon chuckled again. “It’s too late, dumbass,” he said. “The master has control now.”

The Final Battle Continues... She was off limits; she was the Masters; she was Kastrath's. The general forced the lower Demon back to their world as he landed and then took his place lying over the beautiful female that will be his Queen. Yasmine struggles against the new Demon but stops rather quickly as she feels the difference between the Demon that was just holding her to the one that is now. She looks into his bright red eyes and he seems to smirk at her before leaning down and running his double-forked tongue over her skin. Yasmine shivers in disgust and starts struggling again as the general leans down and pushes his rough, demonic voice into her head,

I pulled him up off the floor. "I'll figure out how to get Hallie somewhere safe. But I still cannot take this job." Brody stood there, wanting to say more but unable to find the words. A deafening roar suddenly tore through the silence outside. The sound of rotor blades grew from a distant hum to a thundering pulse, and the entire room trembled. A black helicopter descended onto the base's landing pad, the silver logo of Lattimer Maritime Group gleaming on its fuselage. The rotors had not even fully stopped before the cabin door swung open.

I could feel him swelling against me and nearly moaned at the sensation. Once I had his pants off, I worried for a moment. Some things hadn’t quite turned to concubus when I went from being human to a demon. It wasn’t common. I had the genes to be demon, I was just born human. And once I was staring down the barrel of Ford’s massive dick, I hoped I was demon enough. The taste and texture was amazing. After getting it past my jaw, my body seemed to understand what it was supposed to do and I was able to get pretty far down. Being properly sealed would help. But the look on his face while I sucked him was everything.

When he finally calms down with me in his arms, he presses a kiss to the side of my neck. "Want to know a secret?" He asks and I smile. "Yes" "I don't really sleep the way humans or witches do" he breathes and I frown. "Really?" "It's different for demons. We loose consciousness but we're transported to a different world where our real fears come to torment us." he rasps and I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling heartbroken. "Most times, when we get hurt in that world, we feel the pain when we wake up. Other times, we are forced to do things we don't want to do" he whispers.