Ales Of Demons And Gods Novels & Stories

His eyes went to a darker shade. "Appease my guilt?" He smirked. "You think I have time to think about such trivial matter? I'm only doing this as our agreement entails. I don't want you running away later on because you don't want to die. I just want your debts to be bigger, so that you'd have no choice but pay for the price we both agreed on." He's such a heartless evil. Why is he a deity, anyway? He should have been a demon. I think it suits him better.

Jodina immediately gave the order for all of the demons to attack Satan at once. Alexander was pushed to the ground by the demons as a lot of thick ropes were caught around his hands and legs, preventing him from using power. Jordina smirked as she took out the devil's knife that Bael had previously used on Angels during the conflict. Although it wouldn't produce good results, Satan was undoubtedly hurt by it. In contrast, Bella woke up when she heard her father's voice who wanted her to open her eyes and saved herself.

"Actually, we had just less than eighty shifters then and we continued with the formation which was obviously too weak for the number of Hyenas that attacked us. Also, I discovered something which I don't know if you'll be pleased to listen to." "Shoot!" Alex ordered, his arms folded against his chest. "I think the Hyenas had a deal with demons. Sorta. But I know it sounds stupid but I think they were possessed." Although his heart jumped with a start, he needed to still keep his knowledge about demons as a secret. "Yeah, and the devil was their leader. And then God intervened and struck us dead instead of them. Rebal, don't digress. I know you to be very logical." She opened her mouth to sa

The altar of the desperate and the damned. The forest of Lunaris were also useful because it was connected to the infernal lock. The demon summoning required more power than I'd used in decades. I cut deep into my palm and let the blood flow freely onto the stones. The wound hissed and steamed where it touched the rock. "Lords of the Burning Deep," I called out in the old tongue. "Masters of Claw and Fang and Endless Hunger. I call on one. I offer you a bargain." The air around me grew thick and sulfurous. The temperature dropped until my breath misted in front of my face. Something vast and terrible was listening.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

The letters were not carefully printed; they looked rushed and hungry. The book talked about a demon god called Korvath. The name felt like a bruise. According to the pages, Korvath could grant wishes. Any wish, so long as you paid the price. The writing described rituals with red ink and pictures that made my skin crawl. There were steps to please Korvath and long lists of sacrifices and bargains. The book showed diagrams of altars and called for blood at midnight and ashes as proof.

“So now? Now I’m helping take back the power—for all of us who’ve been crushed under your golden boots.” Demons surged out from either side of the pillar—succubi, ifrits, imps, shedim. They wrapped us in chains of silver and iron. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So many demons, from so many pantheons. Christian. Jewish. Celtic. “They shouldn’t be able to cross the barriers of Mt. Olympus—let alone into the throne room,” I muttered. “How are they here?” Eris smiled like the serpent she is. “Oh, Selene. Welcome to the new order of things.”

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

Instead, I walked into my closet, picking out a sweatshirt and basketball shorts. "You can wear this for the night. I don't think it'll be smart for you to return to your room tonight." I could see the displeasure in her eyes, but she said nothing. Even though she was mad, she knew she couldn't fight off the demon herself. The other demons would have gotten the sign by now that two of their own were lost. They'd be furious and thirsty for blood. Not just any blood. Ayra's blood. She was better off staying where I could see her. The demons had no chance of getting in here. The house had a spell around it that kept demons away. It had cost a fortune to find a sorcerer that could cast the spell