Battle Your Demons Novels & Stories

The battle wasn’t a long one, and before he knew it, all his men were dead, and he was standing alone facing the remaining two demons! Henry was a great fighter since he was young, but he knew his skills in swordsmanship would be of any use against the demons, his life flashed in front of his eyes and he wondered if this was the way he was going to die, nevertheless, he raised his sword, for he planned to die honorably, and not before taking at least one of the demons with him! The demons were amused to see the human take such a brave stand, deciding to play with him a little, they circled around him, trying to corner him, but then the authoritative voice roared from behind them!

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

××××× Let us take a look into the past of the demons around 400 years ago. 400 years ago the battle between Demons and Exorcists was much more intense than how it was now to the present date. Unruly demons would appear here and there around the world and cause panic wherever they appear. Such demons were always mostly killed by traveling 'demon slayers'[Later known as Exorcists]. With Divine power they killed every demon they had set their sight on. With so many demons killed and slaughtered, a group of demons born out of hatred from the demons killed appeared. They were known as Arch Demons. The Arch demons were stronger and more intelligent in many ways compared to all the other demons. Th

“We teach her self defence and then put her up against a trained soldier? Then punish the loser whether it is the girl, or the soldier we chose? ... “ his psychopathic lord paused, smiling wickedly as he rose from his seat, beginning to pace alongside his brother; the room remaining silent as he communicated with the demonic creature in his mind. What if we force her to fight more than one opponent if she wins? And continue to increase the number if she is successful, but also punish her is she fails or is beaten? The demonic creature nodded, its fangs puncturing its bottom lip as its smile grew; becoming vicious and eerie. “Yes, boy. You’ve got it. But at least give her about ten lessons be

"They were summoned here by a powerful spell to possess some poor rogues or humans and use them as their meat suits." "Demons?!" I shrieked, causing the three snarling creatures to release a peal of wicked laughter. I had never fought with anything other than wolves or humans before. I glanced at Nova over my shoulder. "How do we kill demons?" Before Nova could reply, the demons lunged at us. I pushed Nova back while dodging their blows and shoving them away. They could have been innocent people I was fighting with. But how in the hell was I supposed to fight those creatures without seriously hurting their hosts?!

Isabelle Giant demons with their black wings spread valiantly and their weapons shown proudly in their hands as they battled in close combat with their angel counterparts. Black panthers scratched the ground before taking off to challenge the unicorns. The unicorns kicked off neighing and ran forward into battle. The archdemons and archangels traded blows with their weapons and sometimes bloody fists.

Mom cried and began to sob. I hugged Mom. “Please, don’t cry. I am sure that Mr. Demetri knows what to do.” “These demons are stubborn. He must have brought friends,” began Desmond. “I need to go inside and lock the door. Don’t come after me.” “No! Don’t go inside.” I grabbed Desmond’s arm. “If there are more of them and only one of you, wouldn’t they overpower you?” “I need to go. They are here for war, and I must defend us. Blood is what they crave. I can sense death spells in the air,” said Desmond.

I’m swathed in blood to the extent that I look like a bizarre Little Red Riding Hood. I know that I am their next target. I am swarmed with a flock of demons. Wengarthrian rascals cornered me to separate and single me out from the alliance army. I feel like I am in mid of the hornet hive. All of them are aiming at me. If they get rid of me, Omar will be their next target, and the rest will be an easy win for them. In the explosion of fisticuffs, spears, magic and kicks mixed with a shower of blood and sounds of squelching through the bodies as lances speared our warriors, I became aware that this was that battle. The battle of all the battles, at least for me. This is my final battle. The ba

The demons seemed afraid by the intense spiritual pressure flowing from Terrance, in fact some of those demons couldn't even stand up straight against his spiritual prowess. Dark's spiritual essence well surpassed each demon ahead of him, they wouldn't be able to deliver a single blow even if they combined their demonic energy. Terrance took one breath, being sure to follow by the routine despite an easy mission. There was an entire platoon of demons, he counted about fifty men that needed to be killed. He showcased his full power for the first time against those demons, slicing off each of their head's instantaneously with a single move to end the battle in seconds.

Their armor shattered, and their forms dissolved into grey ash before they even hit the ground. But Silas—the thing that used to be Silas wasn't so easily stopped. He let out a roar that tasted like rust in the air and swung a massive, jagged arm at Vane. Vane caught the blow with his bare hand. The sound of metal meeting demonic flesh was like a sledgehammer hitting an anvil. Vane’s shoes cracked the stone floor beneath him, but he didn't move an inch. A thin trickle of dark, almost black blood ran down his palm, and the sight of it sent a jolt of adrenaline through Elara. He was bleeding. He was real.