The Descent Of The Demonic Novels & Stories

He placed her on his bed gently like she was an egg that he didn’t want to break. He trailed his lips down to her boobs sucking on her perfect tits, while he took off his pants leaving only his briefs. He trailed up his neck taking in her sweet vanilla scent. He slowly pulled her panty off and her coochie lips where glistening with moist. A groan escaped his mouth and he took a moment to admire her body and he found her looking at her. Damon pulled her up slowly to him and she sat up straight. He took his briefs off, and stroked his dick while leaning down and giving her a kiss which she gladly returned.

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.

As the demons continued their message, their voices interweaved with a sense of cruel triumph. "This one led a pathetic pack. look at him. His head lies decapitated at our feet," the first one sneered. The second one had his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Witness the fate that awaits those who dare to fight us." The third demon's voice thundered, shaking the very ground beneath them. "Resistance is futile, Daphne. Your pack is shattered, and your fate is sealed. Surrender now, or face a destiny far worse than death."

Holy- My chaotic thoughts scattered as Damien stepped inside, wearing nothing but low-slung trousers that hung dangerously at his V-line, teasing a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His torso, carved to sinful perfection, glistened faintly in the dim light, and his disheveled hair made him look every bit like the devil incarnate. I fought to keep my gaze on his face-a face just as destructive as the rest of him-and not let it wander further. Fucking Lucifer's descendant.

Now that I knew about his wickedness, the slightest change in his emotion scared me to death. “Let me go!” I shivered with my eyes closed. “I’ll forgive you for what you did and won’t send any priests after you. What I can’t do is continue a relationship with a demon. I am begging you to spare my life. You’ll find a better woman than me.” “Do you even know what a demon is, Cass?” Desmond asked rather calmly. “A fallen angel, Satan’s minion, the foulest creature on Earth,” I answered with shut eyelids.

Nellie answered confidently. “Correct, thank you Lady Locke. As you all know those three she just mentioned are the known descents. A descent is a person who is born or has the blood of these mystical creatures. Except of course for the god descents which have received the blessings of the gods, they are not offspring of god but only people who received their blessings. Though god descents do not have the blood of a god in their body they considered as the most powerful descent since their bodies are blessed with embers. Embers are the essence present in the realm of gods that supports the existence of the mystical creature and serves as their life force.”

I hadn’t protested, no need. And now, a pit was opening right at the spot where that reserve had been deployed. What did it look like? I remember it as if it was still happening right before my eyes. As a half-demon, that’s my gift and my curse. The earth started shaking under the feet of the dumbfounded soldiers. Some of them fell down, while others stared blankly, frightened, until... The ground cracked and burst, as if a coal-black fissure appeared in the earth.

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.

His angel knew how to play games. "You want to play games hn?" He moved dragging her towards the car. "Let me show you my games." He said as he opened the car door for her. Ava's smirk vanished as red alarms started buzzing around him. She forgot she was messing with the demon but the thought she ruled over his heart and mind she relaxed a little. What he can do to me at most? "My games are little dirty hope you don't mind that?" He smirked rushing the car towards their small cottage. Saying he grabbed he exposed thigh as her breath hitched.

Scott was lifted up out of his seat and hurled across the bridging marks and through the blue flames as they dipped low and dumped down within the pentacle. The flames instantly came back to full life, leaping up several feet in the air and giving out an intense heat that made Scott flinch back and cry out hoarsely as his mortal flesh was scorched. His throat still swollen and so unable to speak he garbled in distress, scrambling up to his knees, his eyes wide with terror as he looked up at Basille directly in front of him. “Demand nothing of me, Demon Lord!” Ruben growled fiercely. “I do not fear you like this pathetic mortal! Bastetia stays here so I suggest you come up with something that