White Demon Novels & Stories

I say quietly, fighting the urge to go suck what's left dry. I don't wait for them to say anything and run off to where I smell the blood. I see a woman braced against the side of the building and two puncture wounds on her neck. There's a vampire, her blood still smells fresh. That's when I felt a knife enter my waist from someone behind me. I turn to see a vampire, blood staining his mouth. He takes one look in my eyes and his widen in fear. "Dhampir," he says scared.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

"Why are you guys so surprised that I, Lucas York, don’t have the scent of a human? Isn't it just because I'm not a human?" "As for them, they make up the Apocalyptic Legion that belongs to me, Lucas York. They're all zombies!" 'What?!!' The Great Whale and Tiger family members were shocked. 'Lucas the Demon isn't a human, and there are zombies here as well?' The leader of the Great Whale and Tiger family was flabbergasted. He squinted his eyes to stare at Lucas. His instinct was telling him that Lucas the Demon was not as simple as he thought.

I smirked while playing with my scythe, eyeing him intently. He is Warrick, the King of the Demon Kingdom, who was blessed directly by the Demon God and undefeated for centuries. He had killed and slave humans while taking advantage of their weaknesses. This demon should be punished. Then, King Desmond and Vladimir—the fake King of the witches, joined the giant demon. I smirked as I read King Desmond's and Vladimir's mind. Vladimir said, 'Tsk. This girl is weak.' "Don't underestimate me, Vladimir," I said but didn't look at him and he was dumbfounded.

Our mouth went agape the moment we realized how frightening the demon on the first floor looks like. It is an enormous brown beast with a wheeled chair. This chubby devil has two small eyes, three sets of limbs, and four small wings on top of its head. It has a huge grin on its face that reveals two small tusks, and two of its limbs, which appear to be arms, are larger than the other four below it. It has a big beard and a crown on its head that is nearly undetectable. The wheeled device beneath its chair resembles a motorcycle tire, and the hubcap is illuminated by an unsettling orange glow. “Welcome to my palace, Celestial Twelve. Come inside and let’s have a tea first,” a man in formal at

" There was a thing you did not tell me, right? That the main-Gods will send a God, according to the person's personality, right shocked? Anyone who dares to mess with me must be... DEAD!!!!!" " Tch! Tch! Lmbo, fuck!!!! HAHAHAAAAAA, I don't want to redo the same mistake again, I am a monster, a monster — a bastard monster no had ever seen!! I will fuckingly kill anyone, I don't care who that bastard is!!!!!! " Vis laughed as he looked up towards the roof of his room, as same as a 'mujabihan agma ( Eng: merciless demon )' " Calm down, man! You're really intelligent!!! What an interesting man you're and as well, a terrifying Demon-hearted, cold- blooded, and handsome folk!" Whiro exclaimed at

Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin. “Vermin they are not– pesky humans are!” cried the demon, its voice raspy and wheezy– the goat-head demon's onyx gimlet eyes gleamed. The demon stood on its ebony hooves, legs squatting sideways and outwards, clutching a crow between its hands– a nefarious and a dark red-tinged unshorn demon, the dawning hallow daylight had borne its evilness even more. “Crows and snakes are vermin!” cried the witch to the vile demon stooping two feet taller than her. The demon freed the crow from its grasp and it flew past over Helia's head and joined the flock flyi

Knowing that he could see them, Hazel made them visible but her face carried a shocked expression. "What is it Hazel" Claire asked, "It's not possible" she blurted, "What's not possible" Claire asked, "He is a Perrenial Wolf, a direct descendant from the demon Hades who mated with a white wolf" She answered confusing Claire the more, "I don't understand what you are saying" Claire replied, "He is the destruction of the world" Hazel whispered to her, Claire was dumbfounded with the words coming out of Hazel's mouth, she opted to Luther and stretched her hands to him, he mumbled at her touch spurring his fur.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Wolfgang raised the corner of his lips, and he approached Selina. When their faces were only ten centimeters apart, Wolfgang stopped moving. "you aren't human." Selina was see-through by Wolfgang, and her heart suddenly beat faster than usual. She didn't know why she was discovered, but she better not tell the truth. "Why am I not human?" Wolfgang saw that she was still stubbornly denying it, so he did not hesitate to take out the knife he always carried. Selina was also taken by surprise by Wolfgang's actions. He took a knife and cut himself into the flesh of his arm. But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened.