The Hand Demon Novels & Stories

"Fashionably late, as always." Another demon boldly remarked. I turned around to the female voice and found Dagon, holding hands with another male demon, both dressed in full black. "So, this is the human." The male said with interest. He stepped forwards and held out his hand for me to take. I automatically stretched out my hand to place it into his, before I realised that demons didn't shake hands. Ren eyed my hand with glee and grabbed it quickly, a look of delight spreading across his face.

Just then, Angie swirled her scepter around and howled, "Hand of Darkness!" All at once, a gigantic black hand stuck out of the whirlpool from the center of the spell spheres. The hand and the arm it was attached to looked like that of a demon. It was a meter wide, adorned with razor-sharp nails spanning over twelve inches long. The entire arm and hand were densely covered in runes that glowed eerily with terrifying energy, clawing at Wilbur.

With just a casual move, he raised a powerful bloody handprint and slammed it down from the sky. In an instant, a torrential force poured down. The demons on the scene were no match and were instantly beaten to the ground, spitting blood and powerless to retaliate. Hiss— The next moment, Andrius’ actions became even more terrifying. He extended his right hand into the air. Immediately, boundless demonic energy spread out and shrouded all the demons present. Its shape was exactly the same as the shape of Andrius’ right hand, almost identical in proportion.

With its emergence, the demonic energy within the vicinity surged by more than tenfold. Boom! A thunderous explosion reverberated through the air. Suddenly, the onlookers beheld a massive blood-red giant hand emerging from the depths of the Demon's Box.

asked the demon in surprise, seeing his hand, which had formed a sword, begin to be consumed by Long Chen's blue flames. "Hehehe, this is just the beginning!" said Long Chen once again coldly. At that moment, the demon felt that something was wrong with his hand. He had tried to extinguish the fire on his left hand but failed, and the blue flames spread to his shoulder. He had no choice but to cut off his left hand and retreat away from Long Chen. "What happened? Why is your hand like that?" One of the demons who had attacked Long Chen approached the one-handed demon.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Belle declared resolutely. The demon's amorphous form seemed to shift with satisfaction at Belle's offer. Slowly, a spectral hand materialized from its incorporeal body, reaching out to meet Belle's trembling hand in a solemn handshake. The air crackled with a strange energy as their hands clasped, sealing the pact with an eerie sense of finality.

But looking into his eyes, feeling his need, allowing my demon to reach out to him and snuffle his power, more, the core of his spirit, even she relented with a soft sigh. "I'm sure," I said. "Give me your hand." I had no idea what I was doing. After all, my demon did the original deed while outside my person. But I was sure she'd take over when the moment came, and personal contact seemed reasonable. He reached for me, chipped black nails, more claw-like than human, slid over my skin, the heat of his fingertips scalding with fever. Eager but flinching, turning his head away, Demetrius trusted me and opened his power wide and empty.

With his right hand, he lunged at me with a sword, and with his left, he simply tried to graze me—just a little bit, just a graze. There was a reason why there was only one huge ring on his left hand. Half-demons had sharp noses. I smelled the poison the second a spike slid out of his ring. So, that was his plan—poison me and kill me after I lost my strength. What a sleazebag!