A Loud Among Demons Novels & Stories

she lied, badly. After a moment he grunted, "What else have you learned?" "About the different types of demons..." she said cautiously. He stilled. "And do you know which type I am?" "Well, you're not a spectral demon like Jasper. And...I don't think you're a fiery because your horns don't have blue flames." "Their horns only ignite when they go demonic," Sebastian informed her. "Oh, well the book said they are also more human in size." Which he definitely was not.

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

They were twin pits of swirling, molten red that seemed to swallow the firelight. "WHO DARED TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN?"The voice wasn't Remiel’s. It was a demonic roar that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones, sounding like a thousand screams layered into one. The air grew ice-cold, and the shadows around the square began to rise like living things. The demon had claimed its vessel, and this time, it was hungry. The massacre began with a sound like a gale force wind trapped in a narrow canyon. As the guards charged, their boots barely left the ground before an invisible wall of force slammed into them, tossing their armored bodies aside like autumn leaves.

He was about to turn back to Dakota when two huge male lions leapt into the space Bernard and I had left, their roars sending the demons running for cover in fear. The noise is horrendous, roars, screams of pain, and the shouts of the dead and dying. There are demons everywhere, some dead, others dying, and the floor is slick with their blood, but to my dismay, it is not only the demons who are such severe hits. Several soldiers are being overrun by the smaller demons, and I cannot see who they belong to. Some of them are Bernards, others are Romulus and Remus' guys, and to my horror, some of my own men go down too. Enraged, I leap to my paws and renew my attack, closely followed by Bernard.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

The barrier that once stood between Lyria and the rest of the world was torn by Kyante and her army was shattered, and from that tear emerged demons—grotesque beings of shadow and flame, their eyes burning with malice. The demons crawled out of the abyss, dragging themselves onto our shores, their claws digging into the earth with sickening strength. They moved like a tide of darkness, their numbers endless, filling the air with the smell of sulfur and death. They didn’t just march—these demons fed off the very land, their presence corrupting everything they touched. Trees withered and died in their wake, their leaves turning to ash, and the ground itself cracked and burned beneath their fee

Oscar’s scream echoed with the sizzling fire. “I’m a demon.”

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.