Creepypasta Demons Novels & Stories

The wind carried a whisper through the gardens — the sound of ghosts finally silenced. “Because in the end,” Castelle’s voice narrated softly, “even demons can build a home… and even tainted desires can be reborn as love.” — THE END

I close my eyes and wait in horrified stillness for her to speak again. After a long moment, she continues, “Everything I know is kind of pieced together. From what I understand, the demon’s always been there, wandering out in the swamp. Ages ago, my ancestors made some kind of deal with it, but it went wrong. It’s been haunting the property ever since, driving the Gregory family crazy and killing anybody who gets too close.” “Helen said it’s called Asmodeus,” I add. “They used some kind of voodoo spell.” It sounds so wild when I say it out loud. Do I really believe in witchcraft and conjuring and all of that woo-woo nonsense?

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.

I didn’t want him to carry the responsibility alone. “It’s about the Cursed.” Raphael started, catching me off guard. “For some months now, these creatures have been showing up in Evercrest. They have been becoming more frequent these past few weeks, and I don’t know how to stop them. What I do know about them is that they are betas that were possessed by demons.” “Demons!” I gasped. “Yes, someone is summoning demons and using them to possess betas.” What? Who in the moon goddess name was crazy and wicked enough to be summoning demons to possess others? What a height of cruelty!

But the memory plays in my head again and I feel too nauseous to get any amusement from it. “Well, Kaeden, we have a lot of things to tell you, none of which are in any way good.” Cressida, a high witch says. “But I must start with a question. Your father has, in all his years, committed several unspeakable atrocities, but none of this… well, this level. Do you have any idea what could have inspired this?” “I am afraid I might,” I admit. “My father has apparent relations with demons.” “Lamashtu demons.” Dolores says. “We are aware of a certain Scyla who has been playing a heavy hand in securing his immortality.”

He made a you’re-so-dead gesture with his hands across his neck and I knew now that I was so done with this class. “Because Victor, or perhaps Pauline as Leah has suggested, had plucked eyeballs with red eyes from a Lord, the highest ranking of demon, it proved that demons could not, after all, shape-shift because shape-shifters’ eyes turn full white when dispatched from the body and gain an irregular shape. This further proves our first point that demons kidnapped young girls by manipulation, trickery, bribery, and blackmail, like they deceived people. Those are four very important things to note, I’d advise you to jot…”

The dead. The real horror lays in the living. This place.. it was crawling with demons! These weren’t any ordinary ghosts or leeches. These were full blown gigantic demons. There were some small ones too but my attention was solely on the huge terrifying ones that were chasing crowds of people. Humans can’t outrun these huge monsters.

Each one was a formation. A group of weird-looking, undying demons were closing in! In pieces, they rushed over like a tidal wave. These guys were all black, with double horns on their heads and long tentacles. Their arms, like swords, were born sharp, formidable weapons for killing. The continuous roar trembled the hearts and guts of the people. Seeing thousands of undead rushing up, Lena’s eyes turned bloodshot. Hugging Bubbles, she shouted, “Lord Saint, run! Lord Saint…”

They have walked this earth for centuries, their presence woven into the fabric of forgotten myths and whispered nightmares. The demons are not grotesque monsters but breathtakingly alluring-dark poetry made flesh. Their eyes gleam like molten gold, holding secrets that would shatter the fragile human mind. Their voices are velvet shadows, coaxing desires you never knew existed. They carry an aura of power and danger, a magnetic pull that lures mortals closer even as it promises destruction.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w