Archon Demon Novels & Stories

"The Archons are powerful beings who dominate the elements; we have a unique vital essence that is closely linked to the element we control. When an Archon dies, his essence does not completely disappear but rather latently merges with his element, waiting for the right moment to regain his material form." "What does that mean, Dad?" Gil asked. "Don't interrupt Gil; your father will explain everything so you understand," said Nara, who looked with a glow of pride and love at her husband standing in front of everyone. He continued. In this latent state, the Archon's essence remains in tune with its element, observing and feeling everything that occurs around it. They are aware of events that

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

It's just as fresh as if she just did it. I was trying to drift to sleep when her bird kept perching at my window. I stood up and opened the window. See the bird, I knew a message was about to be sent out or sent in. I took the bird and took the paper. What she wrote there seem quite useless to me. I wondered what instigated what she wrote. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

“Back to the window. There’s a remote control you could have pressed that would turn the glass opaque. I guess the girls didn’t tell you.” “Oh.” “Oh. You’re not the only one who has been in that room. Do you think I’d want to see someone walk stark naked every morning?” “Fair enough. Next question, what happened on the night of the anniversary party?” “I lost Acheron. Damn, it feels good to finally talk about it with someone who isn’t my brother.” “Acheron is your demon, right?” “Yes.” “How does that work? You’re a wolf, and you’re a demon sharing the same body.”

Once inside he was led by an attendant to one of the rooms on the top floor at the end of a dark corridor where most of their high profile patrons would use. Once inside, with the attendant leaving and the door shut, the man pulled down his hood, it revealed the man was young with a smooth face and an arrogant smirk. Through the parting of his cloak, he was dressed in a uniform which is worn by none other than the Qin’s Family’s servants.

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

“Professor, last time you told us that the first being to use magic was the Demon Lord Abaddon and that he passed down his magic ability to those who worshipped him. But why is it that humans fought him despite them praising him” Lyon was astonished to hear someone ask about the Demon Lords existence, since it was a topic tackled once by the professors and never to be spoken again. Unless a student was courageous enough to ask about it. The professor was baffled over the question of his student, the others stared at him waiting for his response, their piercing glares of curiosity made Lyon cuckle weakly. It took a few more minutes of immense staring for the professor to speak up. Lyon, knowi

“But the energy is still low. These are lower-level demons. The Seven Lords haven’t been summoned yet. We may still have a chance.” Suddenly, Argun’s head snapped toward the far corner of the room. A powerful surge of energy pressed against them. “What now?” Charlene asked, tensing. A presence entered. Ancient. Heavy. “Wait,” Argun whispered. “It can’t be—” “Who is it?” he asked, breath caught. “It’s Asmodeus,” Destiny replied grimly. “The demon of wrath.” Charlene’s voice dropped. “Is this the one Torrock made the deal with?”

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.