Black Demon Stories Novels & Stories

Although they were a lot of books with the same name, guessing by the last detail, this must be the book she was talking about. "Yes," answered Bella and confiscated Bethany's phone. "The book was written by a demon. When he descended on Earth, he created a cult group where they worshiped Lilith. The mother of demons and vampires. But over time, the book got lost, and no one has found it to this day. This was the brief description they found on G****e, along with the picture of the book. When they checked the link, they found it to be broken. "Bella, what does it mean?" Bethany asked and looked at Bella questioningly. Because it was mentioned that the book was lost for decades. How did Bella

She just wanted me to confirm it. "Demons." "Why are demons in The Borough?" She asked. "I don't know," I lied. I knew those demons I'd killed some minutes back. They had been a part of my lair. That was how they were able to gain access to the lair. We still shared a bond, even though it was faint. "You're lying," she spat, climbing out of the tub, not realizing she was naked. I could tell the moment realization dawned on her. Mortification filled her eyes, but she was too proud to cower away or hide her body. She didn't want me to have that satisfaction.

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. Honestly, seeing people read my stories, leave comments, react to chapters, and come back for more means SO much to me. 🥺💕 Every single view, comment, vote, and bit of support reminds me that all the time I spend creating these stories is worth it. ✍️📖💗

Then the air changed. It grew colder and darker. A heavy presence filled the clearing. The drums stopped. Everyone fell silent. He was here. A tall figure appeared at the edge of the altar. Shadows seemed to cling to him. His skin was pale like moonlight, his eyes glowing faintly red. Long black hair fell over his shoulders. He wore dark robes that moved as if they were alive. Power rolled off him in waves. Vesperian. The Demon Lord looked down at her slowly, studying her like she was something new and interesting. His gaze moved over her white dress, her trembling hands, her face.

🎀CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE🎀 Zayla exhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling. “How… cunning.” The woman let out a quiet, knowing laugh. “Indeed. Very cunning.” She leaned closer to the fire, as the flames crackled. ”Let's get back to the story..” “The demon eventually claimed his body,” she continued.“At first, the prince was still aware of himself… but slowly, the demon took full control. Then came the strange deaths. Unexplainable events. Fear spread through the palace like a sickness.”

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

With a sigh, El-Kharis turned away from the sleeping princess and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. In the dimly lit hallway, a group of demons approached, their eyes glinting with suspicion and curiosity. One of them, a tall demon with rough, scarred skin and glowing red eyes, stepped forward. "Lord," he growled, "we heard rumors of a human in the castle. Is it true?" El-Kharis's eyes narrowed. "It is none of your concern," he replied, his voice cold. "Leave now." The demon scoffed. "None of our concern? After what the humans have done to us? We deserve to know!"

He was wearing a dark suit and appeared to be holding a glass of champagne. But when I looked closer, I could see that something was very wrong with him. Blood was dripping from his fingernails and staining his clothes. His eyes were completely black, not just the pupils but the entire eye. Red veins were visible under his skin, trailing up to his face like dark rivers. The most disturbing part was that nobody else seemed to notice him. People were walking right past him like he was invisible. They were laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong. I realized immediately what I was looking at. This wasn’t just any Bloodborns. This was a demon, a different and more dangerous type of Bloodborn

Then a loud voice shouted; "The demon wolves!! The demon wolves!! They are the ones. They are here to kill everyone of us! Run!" The demon wolf? That's bullshit! I've heard so many stories about them when I was a cub, of how powerful they are, and of how they could spit out fireballs from their mouth. But what I heard was that all the stories were very untrue. It was supposed to be a myth, so what's this person shouting about one demonic creature? I tried to use my super-sensitive olfactory receptors. Then I could smell it. The scent was very different from a wolf's scent. But it wasn't human and wasn't alien.