White Demon Novels & Stories

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

“Even if I make a deal with a demon, I won’t let them trample on me.” That night the wind carries and blows the hatred of Veta to the evil.

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?

others asked the team member, who was crying in pain. “My leg,” the person answered, and with that, everyone got a burning pungent. It was horrible. They all hold their nose and took a step ahead. Ultimately, they saw the scene which shook their core. Although they were conscious, their subconscious minds told them they were in a dream. How could skin be charred without fire? “Who are you fucker?” everyone asked in unison. “Satan!” the first word fell and resumed in the next second, “The king of hell! Father of demons. Ruler of souls.” As soon as the words ended, the figure took his actual form. With two horns and a tail, the devil was standing in front of them.

When I get into the house I check the time, and I came back just in time to cook lunch. I head to the bathroom and wash up before heading to the kitchen. After I was heading down towards the kitchen when I heard arguing down the hall. I decide to hide and hear what it was about, as I continue to listen it was Damien and his father the Alpha. They were talking about white wolves, and how they were from the moon goddess. My eyes widened in realization that it was Damien who was following me in the woods, I left quietly heading towards the kitchen.

GINGER I closed my eyes and transformed, my bones unsnapping and snapping back into place, fur tingling as it sprouted from my skin. I hesitated. Did I want to see myself? The description of demon wolf scared me. Was my wolf really that terrifying? I finally opened my eyes. I couldn't help but whimper at what I saw.

He has a heart that feels. Welma begins to rattle her head sideways in turmoil. Her mood dampens sorrowfully as her lips reluctantly begin to speak in a shadowy voice, “Our dad was a human with a mania for demonic prowess, and on one of his summonings, he got possessed by a Darkling. All rituals to force the Darkling to depart from a mortal body, were abortive...dad wasn’t willing to relinquish the new powers he was drunk in.”

“I detest everything about you and if you must die for you to be quiet, then so be it.” I shift into my half-form, letting my cat surge to the surface. The time for talk has ended, this has gone on long enough. He also shifts, a dark mass rising from his skin to hover threateningly over him. Looking into the red eyes in those shadows makes my blood run cold. “The demon wolf.” My mind supplies immediately, even though it is my first time seeing him. I shake my head to rid it of the confusion and with a snarl, I gather my soldiers and attack.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

their end. His eyes are bloody and his color black is very long. He is taller than an ordinary werewolf..as if he was just a giant dinosaur. He regained his breath and crawled weakly and hugged his companion, who seemed unaware of what was happening He pulled her tightly on her bosom, very afraid of her. He was afraid that he would hurt her, because he was right behind her It's the legend they haven't seen The legend of the devil's wolf.. He did not understand anything, why he went out and what connects him with his companion!