Water Breathing Demon Fall Novels & Stories

The painting was dark, horrifyingly dark. From a darkened sky was an angel; her beautiful white shoulder seemed to have been wounded, for she was falling from the sky; she looked weak and even unconscious. Her darkish hair was stuck to her teary face, damp from red tears, and even her lips were parted. Droplets of blood from a stab to her wings fell into the water; although it was a piece, she could almost sense her pain. And then she looked below, there was a demon, and unlike the angel falling from the sky, he was coming out of a body of blood, his black wings stretched majestically, his hands reaching out...

The smell was foul and his mouth opened wide in a scream that caused it to become even fouler smelling. Gabriel backed away slowly backing Jasmine into the wall to be sandwiched between his hard back and the hard wall. Before she could start to panic the wall broke from behind her showing Chase Fallon, another demon had taken over his body as he pulled Jasmine into the other room. Gabriel turned holding her hand tight as she screamed.

As Zayla’s mom swooped down toward the ground, her magnificent wings unfurled like dark sails. With a fierce motion, she snatched another demon from the air, her long, sharp black talons slicing through the thick air. In a ruthless twist, she tore its head clean off and ignited the remains in a furious blaze. After the remnants burned away into nothingness, she pursued more foes, leaving a trail of much-needed destruction in her wake.

We have a lovely chat until one of the servants tells me Thanatos’ sister Athena wants to meet the breeder. Faith and I exchange looks, like good luck with her. I walk out and stand near the dining room table. I see Thanatos smile again. His sister has a scowl. “You picked that thing to be your breeder? Honestly, brother, I can find someone for you far more attractive.” Stella growls, and everything on the table moves slightly. Stella is displeased; however, I won’t let her kill his annoying sister. “Oh, she’s a demon wolf, which means your grandchild will be a demon wolf. I guess getting a demon wolf is worth the drop in looks.” Athena says.

But to hear that Nina saw me dealing with the demon in my heart made me sick. “I am sorry. You must have been scared. Next time, if it happens again, just slap me or pour cold water over my face.” A flash of anger showed in Nina’s face as she flicked my temple. “That’s not the point, Winter. The thing is, Dante triggered something in you and that’s fatal. I can see you are getting so tortured by it. If you don’t deal with it, you will never escape.” I pulled my hands from her and offered her an apologetic look, before saying, “I am sorry, Nina. I am tired. Can we talk later?”

The throne itself watched in cold silence, a looming silhouette of obsidian and teeth, its carved faces slick with demon blood. Screams tore through the palace as demons tried to scatter, only for Apollo to fall upon them like a beast unchained. One tried to shift into smoke. Apollo’s barbed tail lashed through it, solidifying the cloud long enough for him to seize it and crush it into oblivion. Another attempted to fly. Apollo leapt—wings unfurling with a crack of air—caught the demon by the leg and slammed him into the ground hard enough to send shockwaves through the floor.

The Cross Entertainment building makes me feel poor. Not just regular poor. Like dirt poor. Like I-shouldn't-even-be-breathing-the-same-air poor. Sixty floors of steel and glass in the middle of Manhattan. There's a fountain in the lobby. An actual fountain with koi fish swimming in it. Who puts fish in an office building? I stand outside for twenty minutes before I force myself to go in. Maya's blazer is too tight. The pants are too long. I look like a kid playing dress up.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

He’s a demon who possesses special healing abilities. He steps down into the crystal clear water. The moment his skin makes contact, the pool ripples violently, the mist thickening until it cloaks him like a shroud. He submerges himself up to his chest, leaning his arms back against the stone ledge, staring up at me like a predator watching a trapped prey.

Eren got up from his bed and went straight to the bathroom. Eren took off all his clothes. He was completely naked then. Now his muscles the result of the physical training he underwent was evident. He started to turn on the shower faucet and took a warm shower. When Eren rubbed his back, he just remembered that the back that was clawed by the creature didn't show any scars or bruises at all. Even Eren didn't feel any pain.