Viking Demon の小説・ストーリー

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 fight came fast and brutal. Demonkin poured from the ridge—crimson-skinned, horned, axes dripping ichor. Valrosian blades met them in a clash of steel and shadow. Victoria fought like liquid night—blurring between foes, fangs and blade reaping equal toll. Raven stayed close at first, raising fallen soldiers with quick gestures: smoke coiling from her palms, corpses jerking upright, violet eyes flaring as they turned on their former kin. But the demonkin mage-lord had prepared.

"My family is no more. We have been divided by only one person which I am not even sure of. I only need to catch him red-handed before I can punish him. Trust me, once I get my hands on him, I won't hesitate to snap his head off his neck and feed him to the Hyenas." "You're forgetting something, Alex. Krepe may be a Wolf like you and so is easy to defeat. Sathanas on the other hand," he paused waiting for his words to sink into his head. "Is a demon." He concluded before patting Alex's shoulder and walking past him.

My mind swirled with countless questions. “Are you saying Dante mistreats women?” The question tumbled from my lips, eyes glinting with a mix of fear and curiosity, fixed on Pietro like the bright stars above. Pietro regarded me with pity before humming thoughtfully. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between us. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” Pietro began, capturing my undivided attention. “Dante is a formidable warrior, a businessman, a Viking, a Viking mafia. But there’s one thing he isn’t,” he paused, meeting my inquisitive gaze. “He isn’t affectionate, especially towards women. He sees women as mere objects for men’s pleasure or as toys for their satisfaction, nothing beyond t

There were no vampires in the area as their smell was easy to distinguish, and it left us with only one species. He was a demon. "Hey! Leave the girl alone!" I shouted, catching his attention, his body going stiff, a clear sign ‌I had disturbed his insignificant event. "I said leave the girl alone!" I shouted once again, Cybele sharing the same thoughts as me as I felt the surrounding air becoming heavy. "You, a measly werewolf with no powers whatsoever. How dare you command a higher species than you? Do you wish to die?" The demon turned towards me, his red blazing eyes with blood dripping mouth looking as Sinister as ever.

I said. “They kill me anyway,” he replied coldly. One of the hunters suddenly laughed. “You think you can fight all of us after crossing death valley?” He shook his head mockingly. “You should’ve stayed hidden, Demon.” Derek’s eyes darkened dangerously at the word. “I’m not the Demon Wolf,” he said firmly. The leader chuckled. “That’s not what the witches said.” A heavy silence followed. My chest tightened again. The witches. Everything always came back to them.

He could feel his demon’s eyes on him and how embarrassing it was . “Because you were too slow, you should have figured it out,” he said, trying to stand up. “How?” she snapped. “I was showing all over me!” he exclaimed. “The dark aura, red eyes, and even my fire. How could you not know?” he asked, standing up fully. She thought about and those things gave him away, but she never thought he was a demon. Demon and wolves hate each other, so how did his parents birth a demon wolf hybrid? How is he the king of demons when demons and wolves hate each other to the core?

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

“And I know that you have another name, but frankly, I think ‘Viking’ suits you better than whatever name you were born with.” “Why is that?” “Because I want you to fuck me like a savage… hard and deep.” HIs breath caught at her words, at the image that they conjured up. “You mean that?” “Oh yes. Yes, I mean that.” She leaned back all the way, riding his cock without mercy, her rippling pussy driving him insane. “Fuck me, Viking. Now.”

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.