Charmed Fear Demon Novels & Stories

They could be called lucky or someone helping them in the dark, those attacks didn't harm them to that extent. One day, ZouMi met with Lu Feng- the King of underworld the man who changed her life 360 degrees, their first meeting wasn't a pleasant one. But, he still offered her a help which she rejected, saying she wasn't interest in getting in that world. To which, he replied, "You will need me one day, and I will be right beside you even if you don't want." What he said was right, ZouMi did came searching for him, after a month, as her family was totally scared to step outside, what was more, when she wasn't at home, some goons came in and destroyed a lot, but no one was harmed. At first, Z

Right now, I feel like the abomination the demon told me I am. Ashes fall around me like snow, sticking to my eyelashes. The harsh scent of burned hair and charred flesh fills my nose. I’m tied down, unable to get up or move. “I’ve been looking for you, half-breed,” the demon says, and its voice echoes in my ears. “Now it’s my turn to watch you burn.” It reaches forward, claws dripping with my own blood, and covers my face with its hand. “I saw everything. Each murder. I felt their fear. They were so afraid.” I break down crying, and Lucas lowers us to the floor, cradling me in his lap and stroking my hair.

The demon was thrilled for two extremely powerful spiritual pressures coming after him, and he'd been wanting more excitement ever since his last brawl against Hayze. The excitement trickled away when the demon turned around, disgusted to see two black women as his opponents. "Sending monkeys after me is one thing... but just tell me ya ain't that Tubman monkey." The Hooded Demon's deep accent expressed hatred, his red spiritual aura began to expand with his anger. "I was expecting that boy from last time." Harriet coughed up a soft chuckle, giving a confident laugh at the demon that eased a few of Phuture's nerves.

Only regret remained. Nezha, seeing how unaffected Riel was, turned to the most terrifying thing any human would fear. A demon. He had no idea what a demon looked like and had only seen them in books and art, but even so, it was terrifying. I smirked once more. Nezha was attempting to frighten me by transforming into a demon. I'm not sure if I should tell him that I'm a demon. A sigh broke the silence as everyone returned to normalcy, sweat filling their bodies.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

"How about you let me out of here, and I will never bother you again?" "You're just pretending to be nice now." The man groaned even louder than before. But Harper lifted her pert nose into the air to walk away from the door. The scorching heat spreading over her skin terrified her. Why was she reacting like this? Was the demon powerful enough to charm people even when he hadn't been fed in over a decade? Harper shuddered. The demon in the basement frightened her more than anything. If her memories served her correctly, the prisoner was an immortal creature.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Charlie had gotten used to her biting habit—it meant she was completely lost in the moment. Candice bit him again through his shirt, right over his chest. “I just want to bite you.” His strong hands slid along her shoulder blades. In a low, hoarse voice edged with pain, he muttered, “If you bite me to death, who’s going to make you happy?” “You’re a male demon,” she said, undoing his buttons one by one, looking up at him, “Demons are immortal.” “….” Charlie tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes.

She saw the shock that filled my eyes and smiled. “The thoughts from your mind,” her tongue flickered out her mouth. “ I can taste them. The taste of fear is my favorite. Magnus's large hands held mine and he pulled me behind himself. He turned to my father and said, “A circle, now” “We can't fight them here. We can't risk this plane.” Darius said. “What are they?” I asked. My father still had a look of disbelief on his face. “There's logins, reptilian-like demons. Their venom is very lethal. But they are not social creatures and hate meeting with one another, the only time they do so is when they are in their… fuck.” My father whispered in fear.

she growled, blood trickling down her neck, tears forming in her eyes. “Release my daughter, and I’ll let you live!” Seth bellowed. The demon didn’t even flinch. “Aww... are you crying?” it purred, licking the tear off her cheek. “Not so fast, big boy,” it said to Seth, tightening its grip on Charlene’s throat. Blood flowed. “Let me enjoy this... just for a moment.” It inhaled deeply. “Mmm. I love the smell of fear. It’s delectable.”