Creative Demon Novels & Stories

Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire. Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

A strong wind flies over my head, drawing my attention to the sky. Well, I’ll be damned. It’s a draconoid—a creature that’s about half human and half dragon. The demon is a menace to hunters who are not adept at fighting in midair. It’s a pain in the butt to deal with, but with my stolen abilities, it shouldn’t be much of a challenge for me to kill it. Sadly, I still need to bring it to the casino before taking it back to hell.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

"I told you, didn't I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I'm not toying you, Katherine. Let's say, I want to play a game with you." "What's the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it's all the same!" "Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I'm just the one who's receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game." "Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don't want to play a game with you." "It's Helion. My name is Helion." "I don't care about your name at all."

But theories spurred out that when the demon lord had died the creatures were bound to where they were upon his death and weren’t permitted to even move an inch from their location. “I have a question…” “I will not answer” The wolf declared. Fenrir had abilities beyond that of the normal known magic to humans, thus he could communicate with Lyon directly with his brain being able to read the boy’s mind. He could even see through whatever he was thinking or even the slightest change in his ideals. “Are you afraid of answering?” Lyon asked. “No. I already know your question. And I will not bother myself to give you an obscure answer”

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

As the fight ensues around us, I take another step back and blink my blurry eyes. The emotions inside of me unbearably swell as I try to ignore his sincere words. Before I can make a choice, The Creator steps forward and growls, “He’s deceiving you. He is the king of lies and deceit. Remember all of the pain you suffered because of his selfishness. Though my heart shies from the idea of hurting him, I refuse to listen as I rush to the void and pour my vile. As soon as I do, an explosion of power bursts through the void like a reverse waterfall as it bursts through the ceiling and expands as it destroys everything in its path.

"You'll see when it's time, I'm going to the g/c's office now and when I do, you'll be outside recording the entire conversation I am about to have. Okay?" "Okay, Senior" "Don't call me that". He pointed and walked away. I followed. Daniel Jegede was tall, muscular and dark skinned, he had a maturely handsome face and looked more like a twenty year old than a seventeen year old. He had the long confident stride of a basketball and the arms of a wrestler. I started to wonder if he had used those hands to strangle Lola to death or if he was going to strangle me to death. I made it my business to walk at a safe distance from him in case I needed to start running for my dear life.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.