Toriko White Demon Novels & Stories

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.

Mist escaped from its nostrils, its ragged breathing the only sound piercing the stillness. Then a white blur overtook it. The strike came with devastating precision—a powerful lunge to the throat that brought the reindeer crashing down in one fell swoop. Fangs sank deep into its neck, and the creature thrashed wildly until life drained from its eyes like water from a broken vessel. The white figure rose, standing majestically against the freezing cold, moonlight painting its massive form in silver and shadow. Deimon.

The six demons roamed their eyes to the helpless voice of a young woman until they saw Diana with Damon, almost drowned in the cursed lake. " Save her!" Thamer ordered his six demons but they stop when another entity came and walked closer to the cursed lake. She's wearing a white dress, her hair were long and shiny, she's shimmering in the darkness and she was holding a white wand. She's singing a chants on the river.

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

Idamus looked worried. “I currently have her contract holder, Scott McGowen within these walls and will be summoning her Demon Lord…I didn’t think it safe for her to be anywhere near here tonight.” “Oh, I see…that’s a shame for me…however I offer my services to you in this ritual.” Ruben drew back in surprise. “There is no need for you to do that, Idamus…your warlocks were more than enough last time.” “Never the less, I am here so you might as well use me…” .

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 had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

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.