The Hand Demon Novels & Stories

He forced down a mouthful of blood and struggled to stand, his face contorting in agony. He glared at Ashton with bloodthirsty eyes, knowing from the agonizing pain racking his entire body that he had finally met his match. He hadn't anticipated that someone wielding merely the power of the divine realm could wound him before this. Javier felt that this was nothing short of humiliation for him. "Nether Demon Hand!" Javier suddenly roared, driven by extreme rage and humiliation. His entire right arm turned pitch-black as the crimson venom flowing through his veins converged into it, causing the semi-otherworldly realm energy he emitted to grow ever more frigid and horrific. It instantly maxim

“Do you know the demon that I am talking about?” Leviathan nods. “I know that demon well. He is imprisoned by Foras, my right hand man.” A moment of silence passes as if Leviathan were getting ready to utter the following phrase. “A-As a favor for your help, I will take you to him.”

She couldn’t read his lips though with what he said. He had a very strong grip on her bleeding hand, and there was an odd sensation tingling down her wrist now. He put their clasped hands down over her chest and his eyes were still black. For the first time in a very long time she actually questioned if maybe there were things more than human. Hard to not think about it when it was staring you in the face. He couldn’t be demon, she had tested several times. So what exactly was he? She glanced down at their joined hands. A burn was there and the tingle farther up her arm.

The spade-like hands of the green-skinned Oni demons spread with every step they took to decrease the distance in between and Dean forcefully summoned another bout of his magic with a twist of his shaking arm. Dark blue energy swathed the Oni demons in a flash, enough to blind and harm them but not quite enough to cause any serious damage. Dean cursed and twisted his fingers again when a large hand curled around them. He froze at the touch, suddenly intimately aware of how he was still holding Sam other hand and that they were, rather stupidly, holding each other's hands while demons stalked over to them. "Don't." Sam murmured gently. "You're trembling like a leaf, Sam. Let me handle this."

Never mind, let the past just the past. Damien stepped towards the two mystical weapons. Slowly, Damien grabbed the pair of gloves that had claws on them. Come to think of it, Ansel's strength specializing in speed would probably match that pair of gloves with claws on the tips of the fingers. And when Damien wielded the mystical weapon ... Bathump~ ... What appeared in Damien's mind was one of the demons who had a very high rank in hell. The demon lord of the sea, in the form of a giant seven-headed serpent that can even devour Kraken.

I struggled to hold myself in place as I was way bigger than her and her breathing sounded like she was doing a lot of work. “Easy on me,” I shouted as she pulled on my left hand harder as I followed behind her but she was too consumed by her desire to devour me. We got into my room and in a split second she pushed me with a great force onto the bed, my head and body landing forcefully. She continued kissing me passionately, fixing my fingers into her yoni. She moaned in excitement as my fingers moved lazily in and out of it. I felt a mix of horniness and weakness at the same time and I didn't know which feeling to give in to.

The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall. "Is that all you've got?" the demon hissed, its eyes glowing like embers as it swung a massive, shadow-cloaked fist. Kai ducked the blow, the wind from the strike ruffling his hair, and countered with a palm strike to the demon's chest that sent a shockwave rippling through the corridor. The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size.

In one fluid motion, he crossed the room and slammed Veronica against the wall, his hand gripping her throat with frightening force. She gasped, her hands clawing at his, but his grip was unyielding. “Never raise your voice at me,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “You do not control me. You do not tell me what to do. I am the Devil. I am Dominique Blackwood. No one tells me what to do.” His grip tightened for a brief, terrifying moment before he released her, letting her crumble to the floor, choking and gasping for air.

His long tongue licked up the side of my neck and cheek. "You know us demons enjoy much more than mere humans, Mortas. I can pleasure you in ways you're not familiar with," he cooed and I rolled my eyes. Did no one know that Dane and Samson had been demons and one my lover. I chuckled and said,"I highly doubt that." His hand cupped my still soft member and I scowled at him.

I want to withdraw my hand, but my demon friend is purring and places his giant hand over mine, keeping my palm locked underneath his. And I must have gone mad because when he looks at me with those glowing eyes, I find him... Cute. Good grief, this demon reminds me of the male version of Nala when she wanted to get some one-on-one action from Simba. The worst part is that it's getting to me too. I feel... Strange. Aroused. It's weird because all my demon friend is doing is holding my hand. I groan in equal parts misery and frustration. "I can't believe I'm horny... How is that possible? I'm a virgin!"