Toriko White Demon Novels & Stories

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

I was envious of Nero's firepower; he was so powerful that I wanted to utilize him to take care of the rest of the dungeon. Analyze! [Ancient Wyrm- Disaster rank] Name: Nero Level 0 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/200000 WHP- ???? CON-???? ATK- 550 STR- 184 DEF-200 DEX-40 Speed- 64 AGI-64 Skills- Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Fire Art( Unique) Chromatic Awakening(Epic) Dragon's Resistance(Unique) Chromatic Flare( Epic)

The dazzling light behind Yun Tianteng suddenly began to boil. "Clang!" The dazzling light behind Yun Tianteng had condensed into a white tiger. It was incredibly powerful. "Roar!" As the Old Black Demon attacked, the white tiger immediately let out an angry roar and emitted an endless evil spirit. "Humph! Split!" "Buzz!" Following the Old Black Demon's angry roar, a shrill tearing sound was immediately emitted from the white tiger. The next moment, the white tiger became extremely blurry and then dissipated. When it gathered again, the white tiger's shape was significantly reduced and its Power was the same.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

New skin cells rapidly regenerated, swallowing the wounds and healing them miraculously beneath the warm flow of water. Trembling, I reached out to wipe away the thick layer of condensation fogging up the large mirror. As my reflection cleared and became visible, my chest tightened in absolute, paralyzing horror. My long-standing black hair, starting from the roots beneath the warm water, was rapidly turning into a pure, pristine white, like the first snow of the season. My near-sighted eyes, blurred without glasses, could now clearly see every single crevice on the wall, but my pupils had shifted into a feral, vertical slit of icy blue. And most terrifying of all... right on top of my head,

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I responded to the workers who greeted me, stepping into the elevator. “Good morning” I uttered as I walked into my office, sighting the man I had seen from the CCTV footage. He was from the Black Moon pack. What did he want from me? “I need you to make a ring for me” He rasped out, his voice thick with danger. But he came to the wrong place if he thinks he can intimidate me. “You are meant to book an appointment. Sir” His eyes flared with intrigue before he nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I apologize for that, I saw one of your works and decided I must have a piece made by you”