Cool Demonic Drawings Novels & Stories

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

Brandon looked at the image stylized on the brittle and yellow parchment in shock. In the center of the sheet, was the Ghoul or a blocked and inked panting of it. All of the limbs were stokes of circles and blocks and in the painting its teeth were overly dramatized, its ears pulled back, and its limbs far too long and painted pitch black, but beyond all of this the essence of the picture was of a Ghoul.

The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick figures in the background. “Those are your powers,” Amelia explained seriously, pointing to each colorful line. “The red is for vampire, brown is for wolf, blue is for witch, purple is for demon, and the gold is for angel. All of them together!” “It's perfect.” I carefully set the drawing on my bedside table. “Thank you, Emma.”

A large table sat in the center, covered in maps, papers, graphs, and diagrams scattered like someone had been frantically working. The air smelled of old paper and something sharp, almost like blood. We crowded around the table, my eyes drawn to the strange drawings. The diagrams showed creatures,bhuman-like but wrong, with long fangs, or claws too sharp for any wolf. My breath caught as I read the handwritten notes: Hybridization Process: Wolf Blood Integration. Words like “vampire” and “Dracula strain” were scrawled everywhere, alongside charts about mixing wolf blood to create a hybrid, half wolf, half something monstrous.

It does not take a single breath, and we have the mass of the group of Demons coming down upon us. The mere sight of them alone does send the horror of a thousand deaths to my core. They seem to have just fed recently, for there is blood covered on their faces. And as they lift their claws to grip onto us, I can see the flesh and blood stuck underneath their nails. But that is not the worst; they smell like dead dog. I look over at Azron, and he only but cocks his head, "What is it now, Damien?" "Nevermind," I wipe the thought from my mind as it can not even nearly be possible.

"So you've had some dreams lately?" Everyone knows most of my drawings come from my subconscious while I sleep. "I'd call them weird nightmares." He pats the couch beside him, and I read a very understanding expression on his face. He has woken me up from many nightmares before, and isn't shocked by the horrors I try and describe to him after. Talking with my dad is maybe just what I need to make sense of what's been going on with my Alpha mate and his mystifying pack. So without hesitation, I crawl up beside him, curl my legs under my thighs, and give him my art book. The one with all the darkness, death... And demons.

The next several pages were all about the different cities in hell, and what to expect from each city, the creatures that dwelled there, the habitats they all lived in, and what they contributed to hell, as well as the highest ranked household and it's respective head or council member. I wanted more on Hades, more on the King himself and his history, but I had to stop looking through because a particular drawing of some kind drew my attention. My fingers traced on the drawing, I was completely mesmerized by what I was seeing, at the same time a huge sense of doom completely enveloped me. There was a female, or what I thought was a female, and I could see her back, she was completely naked a

There is a drawing Crimson blood of a fiery phoenix and I guessed it was her signature emblem, she liked it here where everyone looks really strong and laughs and frolics, but she remembered that these nice people would end up being killed by her or her, so let's not rush to judge! She tried to get down without looking at the ground, as she was busy looking and searching for the source of food, but the cart was high from the ground because the horses were flying. Long blond hair like her fake tufts extending to the shoulders and softly brushed back.. Black forked eyes in a terrifying crimson, he has sharp features and snow-white skin, showing the veins of his hands and neck in a dark purpl

“YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN THE PITS YOU RAN TO, KAEDEN VANE. YOU’VE BROUGHT YOUR SOUL TO A SLAUGHTERHOUSE.” I shake my head, my teeth gritting so hard I fear they’ll shatter. "Get out of my head!" “YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW AND PAINFUL” The air becomes darker and I realise that the shadows have slightly materialised. I can see sketches of the demons in my peripheral vision, their grey, elongated limbs with too many joints, fingers that end in hooked, obsidian talons. They are slithering along the ceiling, cackling and hissing at me.

They were sealed through the use of powerful Curse and Runes made by the very same power they taught to their contractors, how ironic. Now, they were all for Chaos. Chaos noticed the painting behind the grimoires, they were the four demons. All four of them didn't have many detailed forms, but all resembled monsters, and none of them had humanoid shapes. Their bodies held the characteristics of being very grotesque and filled with horns. All four of the grimoires released different auras, from sickly green, dark purple, crimson-red, and black. "My lord, you said you had the power of all consumption, didn't you?" asked Belphegor.