72 Demon Novels & Stories

Classes on them were limited. “There are several types of sealing, but only one we call our sealing. The first type is sealing our demon form as a secondary form. This is done at or after puberty. It marks us as adults and keeps us from turning true demon when we turn twenty-two. The second is mate sealing, which bonds us to a life partner. The third is service sealing. It binds us into service of a Vasili or Vasilia. We only call the first our sealing.” Moran explained. “So, if she’s a demon, she was getting sealed by Ford?” I asked.

Kent grunted. "Kent, ugh where in god's good name are we?" Yuuno moaned. The Demon smirked. "It would seem that you two have returned to my domain… It would seem." Yuuno saw the Demon's form for the first time as a mixture of a werewolf and a Dragon. The Demon stood as 11 foot and 9 inches tall, with jet black scales and fangs of silver. His eyes burned a bright drowning in the blood of the guilty, the demon had 7 horns 3 upon the sides of his head and the other upon his forehead shaping it into a crown of thorns.

"The center of the Earth. Where the only way to survive is to become a demon without a soul." Elara looked at the iron key, then at the two human men beside her. "Then let's get to work," she said.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

“You… you know someone who knows how to deal with demons?” A grim look crossed Spade’s brown eyes. He leaned back in his seat, composing himself. “Since when did you become a parrot?” Lips pressed into a hard line, I straightened my shoulders and leaned back on my seat, mimicking Spade’s posture. It seemed I needed the chair’s support to keep my head from spinning like a top. “You’re telling the truth,” I murmured, my voice filled with disbelief. “You look surprised.” “Well, I just learned that Gladia is a demon, and that demons walk amongst the living,” I said. “I’d say I’m handling this well.”

he said, his voice unwavering. He worked for hours, chanting incantations and drawing intricate symbols on the talisman. And as he finished, he placed it in my hands, his eyes meeting mine. "This talisman will protect you from the Demon werewolf's charm," he said. "But be warned, it is not foolproof. You must still be vigilant, and never let your guard down." "Do not underestimate the Demon werewolf," he warned. "He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals."

“Stop playing games. It wouldn’t work.” The man heard a laugh echoing inside the room, but he still didn’t make a move. The laugh subsided only when the demon appeared from the ceiling like a shadow. His face was hiding behind the hood. “Exile,” the demon said to the man. “A higher god is doing the job of a lesser god.” “I don’t care,” the man growled. “Let’s make it quick. I hate the smell here.” “I don’t want to. You can’t make me.”

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

I exclaimed cheerfully. Bastian smiled at my outburst and turned us into the park’s parking lot. He found a spot quickly and placed the car in park. He took his seatbelt off and turned in his seat to look at me. “Okay Ren time for a pop quiz. Are you ready?” I giggled and nodded, wiggling excited in my car seat. “How many types of demons are there?” “7!” “Correct and which type am I?” “Pride!” “Besides demons, what else is out there?”