Claimed By The Demon Novels & Stories

She took months researching the book and we were all in hopes that the new spell book could be a way to enhance our powers. That way, the clan would no longer be seen as a weak one and it would get the respect it so deserved. The witches had been hungry for power and that had made them commit a terrible mistake. They eventually found out about Oris, after he had possessed the witch that led the research. He revealed himself as a demon that inhabited the dark totem. He pried on the weakest spot in a person and used that as a way to posses them. He wanted to control and dominate, but he needed a vessel for that.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

The demon protested "Come on cut that crap, it's a shame you can't do anything now. You see at first when i came in i already knew you would try to seduce me so i blocked my ears and covered my sight with a tech, so i couldn't see or hear you directly. Also i was not unconscious just now but pretended to be so i can get you close enough to inject this paralysis toxin into the body you possessed and now the consequences is you are stuck!. hahaha I'm a genius right?." Constantine laughed "No!, what would you do with me. Let me go and i would never return." The demon pleaded using the girl's voice

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.

“He used the Italian weakness, your greed for Isabella’s inheritance, to destabilize the entire region and put the blame on me. He is burning the bridge and blaming the architects.” I leaned across the table, my presence suffocating. “Your choice is simple. You can fight me, and I will wipe your name from the registries of history. Or you can join the hunt. Damon has my wife, the mother of my two unborn sons. He believes that by taking her, he has broken me. He has not broken me, Domenico. He has unleashed a monster.”

《They’ve been droning on about dirt for an hour. Him. Again. I pressed my lips together. “What are you?” I whispered under my breath, low enough no one could catch it. “Hallucination? Psychic trauma? Or did I finally faint and hit my head one too many times?” A chuckle slithered through my mind. 《Cute. But no. I’m a demon, little wolf. All powerful. Ancient before your kind ever learned to crawl.》 My chest tightened. “Wonderful. A squatters’ rights demon. Living rent-free in my head.”

“What is it not?” “Accessible.” She waits. “The forest marks the edge of my domain,” I continue. “Beyond it there is something even the structures that bind beings like me do not reach. A place none of us cross.” “You’ve never seen it?” “No.” “But you believe it exists.” “Everything bends around it,” I say quietly. “Even things that believe they cannot bend.” Nora is silent for a moment. Then she rests her head lightly against my chest again. Seren. The Creator.

I hit the top of the gorge like a meteor. The first Council warrior didn't even have time to raise his staff. I swung my arm, and a wave of violet force sent him flying back fifty feet, his body shattering a pine tree. "Kaima, stop!" the lead Elder screamed, his face pale. "You are possessed by a demon! That spirit is the architect of the Great Ruin!" "I was possessed by a demon the moment Damon rejected me and you all watched!" I retorted, my voice booming with a dual resonance.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

You see the outcome of all this? Love is truly a waste of time. “Daphne, I’m sorry, it was a mistake; we were drunk.” “No!” The demon says to her. “They betrayed your trust; they should be taught a lessssssssooonn” Oh my God. That fucking demon is the one telling her to do this. The demon has large horns and a long snake-like tongue, sharp claws and a very skinny body. This bitch is the one telling her to do this. And I don’t think the other two can see the demon. I don’t think that she herself can see the demon.