The Hand Demon Novels & Stories

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!"

The door had no lock; however carefully it had been opened, he must have heard it, and that must have woken him up. Something came to touch his chest, and he grabbed it on the wrist. It was soft and small: a female’s hand. She struggled out of his hand and uttered a surprise sound upon finding she could not escape. His eyes were getting used to the dark, and now he could see the silhouette of a demoness in a gown. He had noticed that regardless of gender, demons were significantly stronger than humans, and it must surprise her she could not overpower him. He was not surprised himself; at the dungeon of the auction house just after they released him from the wall, he had tested his strength o

Alex was taken aback, "The Tomb of the Gods?" "I did see the shadow of a person, and if my eyes are not blurry, that person is most likely the Primal Old Devil," said Bodhi Elder. The battle on the field was once again fierce at this point. Sydney discarded her spirit sword in favor of the Demon God's hand. After regrowing, the hand that Hooly had previously severed was very different from her original hand, so to speak; it was a devil claw, but the power of this devil claw was unexpected.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Roman extended his hand towards Dyleon, “I'm Roman Da'Luka.” “I’m Dyleon.” he shook Roman’s hand, a huge smile spread across his lips. Then Roman removed his hand from Dyleon's hand and extended it to Lysan. Lysan looked at his hand. The same hand that would slaughter millions of people in the future. He didn't take it. Roman withdrew his hand slowly, his smile still on his lips. “Not one for handshakes?” Lysan looked at him, the disgust spread on his face, “Not one for pretentious people.”

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 flipped the splitted doors over my hand, causing it to land on the walls loudly. “We can't be doing this….. please…..”. I already knew my pleadings would definitely land on deaf ears,but I needed to….to wake up from the nightmare…..to disappear if I can……to be swallowed by…… “Hey…I got you!!!”. Before I could blink my eyes,his hands were already on my neck, snapping sir out of my lungs. “Please…..let me live…..”. I cried out,my visions blurred,my skin cold as ice. He's indeed a demon.

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.

And the hand he cut off landed woefully in a pool of blood, as if unconsciously rolling in Evelyn's direction, finally coming to rest silently at her feet. Evelyn lowered her head and looked away. It was a hand belonging to a demon, the skin as hard as steel, the fingers and palm of the hand were oddly elongated, and the hooked black nails could easily tear through any defense. The black pattern on the demon's arm intertwined into an eye on the back of the hand, and that eye was staring straight at Evelyn, finally oozing blood. Evelyn lifted her beautiful eyes and her gaze passed over Shaykh with Xavier and landed on Baymont.

I am in Nevada and if I am not wrong then you are in the control of the Archdemoness Hannabelle, so take me to her if you don’t want to lose your dick and balls now. “You are not going to do what you say, you are not legally of age yet,” said Rythian and I smiled at him again and then looked at my right hand and shifted it in the claws of a demoness. It was the original demonic hand of a succubus. If you are dealing with one then you needed to know everything that you had to about dealing with condescending bastards. And what could be better than dismembering them? “Won’t I, though?” I asked him and this time he was the one taking a step back.