Cell Phone Demon Novels & Stories

he said before my phone went off. “Keller,” I answered. “Ah, just the man I’m looking for,” the voice on the other side said. I rolled my eyes. “That’s why you called my number dumbass.” “Someone’s cranky!” he chuckled. “What do you want Demon?” I sighed. I’m really not in the mood for his antics. “Oh, nothing much! I’m just warning you that I’ll be attacking you soon, so you might want to prepare to leave this world,” he said casually.

Josh said, hung up and put down the office phone. Isabelle had called his cell but he didn’t charge his phone the previous night so his battery died on him and that made her call his office line. Unknown to Josh, when he was speaking to her just now, Jennifer was listening in on their conversation at her desk due to the dual connection that links her telephone to the one in Josh’s office. She heard everything they said and they sounded crazy to her when they started talking about God and Satan but, she had to admit that what they were talking about was real because she had the video evidence that proves it. The unknown creature she saw that carried Isabelle away and the man that grew wings w

I hadn't accounted for a scenario where we would be too broken to answer the phone. The demon was cunning enough to disarm the three of us and target the pups by taking possession of whichever brother’s phone it chose to impersonate. This entity posed a far greater menace than I had estimated; how were we supposed to banish it without spiritual assistance, relying solely on our physical strength and intellect? Malachi and I won't be fully healed for several hours, I communicated through the mind-link. I will alert you when we arrive. Communicate only through the link—I can only hope this impersonator cannot read our thoughts.

he ordered and all of them set out instantly. The Devil brought out his phone from his pocket. He had been feeling it vibrating some minutes back but he was overwhelmed by his daughter's disappearance. He looked at the phone. The caller ID was some strange symbols. He suspected something wrong. He quickly walked into a room. There were high end computers. A guy sat in front of the computers. He was having a nice time with his mobile phone. It seemed he was playing mobile games. "Taylor!" the Devil called him out angrily. He was supposed to know someone had come in but he was too carried away by his phone.

I snapped, ready to pounce on Samael like a panther and break his neck, if only I could. Damien snorted. “It's as close to one as you'll get out of him, I'm afraid. Watch your back, girl, and if you ever need me, you know who to call.” He handed me his card from his breast pocket. I looked at the area code on his number: 666. “Really? There's cell phone service in Hell?”

*nods* alright, if you are not back by dinner time i'll come after you" Celea puts a warm smile on her face* "I'll be back I promise, if something happens while I'm away you know how to call me" *nods* "be careful" " I will, now go" **** "AAAAHHHH, YOU DEVIL !!!!!!" "wow being called a devil by a demon, you are hurting me you know" said Celea with a fake sad face and tone "Now, you know how this works out you tell me what I want or you die"

She got up and shouted out of the cell. “Call Doctor Roberts, get him down here now.” I heard a noise down the hall and looked down to see two guards come running down. I moved out of their way as they rushed in to help Harper restrain the man. I was starting to feel like I couldn’t breathe. I left the cell and stood in the centre of the holding area. My chest felt tight and the stench of blood was making me feel sick. “Did you do that?” I asked the demon, and he just grunted. “Don’t ignore me. What the hell did you do? What have you told him not to say?” I was met with silence from the demon.

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

Patience was a weapon, and when the time came, he would strike with precision and fury. His phone buzzed on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen flashed with a name— ‘Demon.’ Damian picked up without hesitation. “Talk.” “I’ve got eyes on him,” Demon’s gravelly voice rumbled through the phone. “Asher’s been laying low, but not well enough. He’s moving in the underworld, making deals. I’ll have him cornered in a matter of days.” Damian tightened his grip on the phone. “No mistakes. I want him alive.”

"Who the hell is calling?" "It's probably Manon or Zenia," I panted, trying to pull his lips back down to mine. "They just want to know if I made it home safe... I'll talk to them later." The ringing finally stopped, and Demon wasted no time diving back in. He pulled my tank top over my head, leaving me in just my bra. His fingers moved down to unhook the clasp—when my phone violently erupted again. Demon stopped, letting out a heavy, defeated groan against my neck. "You should answer it, Papillon. It might be important."