Creepypasta Demons Novels & Stories

She yelled in anger while I just smirk "Only humans should bother about death, demons are already dead! "I said holding a piece of the broken glass window tight Her angry face slowly turn to a smirk "Carmella dear, how did you find out? " "Well for starters, ur definition of hangur is stupid afterall hangur doesn't have a mayor and second you don't seem surprise when I talked about demons! "I said and she smiled "In that case then, no need to hide! "She said and her face slowly switch to that of a demon ....

In a blur of effortless motion, multiple heads were already rolling across the place. Asher didn't even bother finishing off the rest; instead, he left the remaining survivors for Sylvara to feast on. He was finally keeping his promise to her, and she feasted exactly as she liked. Being a soul-eating demon, she didn't even wait for the soldiers to take their last breaths, she literally ripped the glowing essence straight out of their chests while they were still screaming and alive.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

she spat. I was stunned for a bit but yet amused. "You did your research. You have taken an interest in what you should not have. Tell us, what else do you know about me?" "Well, I know that you are not just a demon, but an incubus demon. No one would explain that to me, but my research says…you demons take pleasure with women." "And what do you interpret that to?" "I do not understand what that means. But I know it has a connection with whatever you are doing to me?"

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.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

The present atmosphere could frighten an average human being, but not Pastor Alozie, who was still in his blue pyjamas. Soon, he saw himself walking on a stream of blood, the moment he blinked his eyes. This was followed by a terrible stench everywhere. In the sky above, he could see eight foot naked demons flying and cackling. The demons were brown in colour with hideous faces and nine inch tongues, which wriggled out of their mouths.