Toriko White Demon Novels & Stories

He watched as his fellow warriors were been slaughtered and innocent souls leaking in the air. 'He is a demon then why is he weak? 'Why don't he posses other powers apart from reading minds.' Thinking about that a smile crawled into his head and his heart litted. "Special..We are been ambushed! I need you here." He whispered in his head.

Oniko asked as we sat down. “No.” I shook my head. “Are they also a part of the witches?” “No,” Oniko growled, a look of pure hatred surfacing quickly upon his face. “They are demons who used to be humans, blood drinkers, and they are very fast, powerful and deadly.” I frowned thoughtfully. “You mean like vampires?” “Yes, I think that’s what you call them.” “Vampires don’t exist!” I blurted sharply, looking back at Iditan for support. This had to be a prank or something. “They are—”

The white-steel armor groaned under the sudden, massive expansion of muscle. ​I hit the pack of Corrupted like a meteor. ​I grabbed a massive, rotting wolf by the throat with one hand, lifting it entirely off the ground, and crushed its windpipe, tossing the carcass into three others. I spun, my obsidian blades moving so fast they left violet tracers in the air. ​"Get behind me!" I roared at the exhausted, bleeding Blackwood warriors. ​They scrambled backward, their eyes wide with terror and awe as the White Demon placed herself between them and certain death.

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

The world around us darkened. She gasped. Images flashed through my mind. A crown sinking through black water. A white wolf chained beneath a temple. Orochi drinking from the throat of a silver-armoured warrior. Then another face. Hayate’s. He stood before a sealed gate with blood on his hands. I released Tsukiko. She stumbled into the side of a car. Hayate caught her elbow. “What did you see?” Tsukiko stared at him as if he had become something else.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

- Then, holding him in her lap like a bride, even though he was vomiting and bleeding afterwards. In one part of the time, when the end of time and Armageddon were announced, it was then, Riyjin Tsuki waking up panting in the middle of the altar, he was holding a stone in his hands, a book in the other lying at the feet of what seemed a Lich, which he remembered when getting up being helped by a zombie. Riyjin Tsuki saw him at his side, on an altar, being raised in a supernatural, demonic ceremony where he never thought he would be released.

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…”

Ren urges me to attack the demon once we are free. I fight to keep control over my Lycan, taking in deep, steadying breaths. Once I have Ren under control I turn back to the demon and my Beta. Yuriko is standing in her spot, holding her neck, frozen. Blood drips down the front of her shirt from her throat and hands. Meanwhile the cocky demon is back in his seat, acting as if nothing happened. I brush off my suit and sit back in my seat, my desk in shattered pieces between us. “Why do you want me to come back demon?”