A Loud Among Demons Novels & Stories

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

Not in the groin like I wanted to in my soul. I cleared my throat. “You are officially banned for life from Ascension. Should you set foot on the premises again you will be arrested. Your ID was scanned at the door and we have your visit on record. My girls are not here for you to insult or harass. So walk your ugly ass out of my fucking club before I have you dragged out, you low life piece of trash.” The club was nearly silent now. His upper lip peeled off his teeth in a snarl. “Who the fuck do you think you are, bitch?”

I answered as the spirit laughed, its laughter echoing in my chambers. "You are foolish." It whispered. I calmly faced it and raised my hand. "How about I attach you to my lifespan to prolong it?" I asked. It screamed in a shrill voice then vanished in fear. "Weak." I whispered then walked to the door and opened it before Ose could knock. Unlike the humans, us demons had heightened senses and good hearing. So it wasn't hard to predict a few things before they happened, the only thing we did was act too relaxed and pretend not to see shit when in truth we saw most things.

She goes first and I follow right on her heel, needing to bend down so I don’t hit my head against the darn door frame which has no business being as low as it is here. When the door behind us closes, I hear some shuffling around and soon, candles are lit around us, adding some light to the pitch dark room. When my eyes adjust to the light, I look around. It’s not just Cecilia and a doorman in the room - I’m surrounded by at least twenty different types of lower rank demons, all of them looking equally as terrified as angry. “We want Ted dead, my Lord,” one of the demons steps forward. His voice trembles a little, but the man has the courage to meet my eyes and speak the words many could be

I peered out the window and saw Shea walking away from me. This was going to be interesting. After a few minutes of waiting, demons started cheering. "TO WAR!" I heard Samael bellow over his kingdom. Cheers, shouts and screams erupted so loud, the carriage vibrated. Some horses screamed in protest, and the ground shook with the commotion. My glass of juice almost fell over, and I caught it just in time. Amidst the noise, the carriage suddenly jerked forward. The sounds of hundreds of hooves hitting the ground, weapons hitting each other and talking demons replaced the cheering after a few minutes.

As Jo stepped outside the chamber, it was filled to the brim. The higher demons—warlords and lords with curling horns, slit-pupil eyes, and ceremonial robes. The strongest classed demons and their leader, the plague demons, veiled in disease-mist. Lady Bellamira, the demoness of mirrors, with silver glass for skin. Group of Aamon, the smart class whose wings had once eclipsed a battlefield. And a lot more than Jo could remember. Jo’s sisters were seated in the front row, each one more perfect and poised than the last.

Even though Madame Long had shown me more terrifying creatures in mirrors, that shadow demon was still at the top of the list of the things that made me shiver. “Where are your friends? A lone lion isn’t so powerful without its pride. A pack of hyenas can easily corner and kill him. I’m already seeing something similar happening here,” the second demon with a masculine voice taunted Desmond. I was impatiently waiting for Desmond’s response. He knew how to show wicked demons their place. The scene before me shifted entirely, and I landed on my knees. I found myself in the great hall. Desmond and the others were nowhere to be seen.

I wasn't going to ask what they wanted from me, I already knew. Scanning the area around me, all I saw was darkness. The moonlight filtered through the trees enough that I could tell I was surrounded by four demons, but I couldn't see much beyond them. I was laying on the ground while the demons stood tall, their menacing gazes showing nothing but bad news. I needed to shout, to alarm anybody that was close. Opening my mouth to do exactly that, I was straddled within a second by one of the demons. My shout was never heard, my ribs were punched enough that I instead needed the oxygen to breathe.

Long Chen asked, focusing with his eyes closed, hoping that his voice would reach his son. "We... are being attacked by demons! Demons... They are terrifying, with big hands and heads like bulls... My aunts call them demons of destruction!" replied the innocent voice stammeringly to Long Chen. "Demon of destruction? What kind of demon is that?" Long Chen asked the black dragon.