Dabbling In The Demonic Novels & Stories

Swallowed whole by the darkness that awaited me in this demonic realm. "No!" I sobbed, but just as sorrow threatened to overwhelm me, a new presence emerged, a glimmer of light in the abyss. I sensed the familiar aura, the reassuring warmth of another, piggybacking on the demonic magic that bound me. With a surge of hope, I turned to look at the demon to see my steadfast ally, lunging through the darkness that had torn me from my world.

I questioned sharply, my stomach churning with revulsion. "We hunt demons that come from downstairs. The ones that have been found guilty of crime. And some like to be hunted. It's a game. Some demons here like to be chased. They like the sense of danger right on their tail. Others like to be the ones who chase." The other male said. "Give me a running demon every day. I'll catch it. And I will drink it's blood as reward." He said next, quickly looking at me and looking away again. I caught the glint of excitement in his dark eyes.

On top of their dark magic, they also possess elemental powers, telekinesis, along with the regular abilities of a common demon. Demon-general population of the underworld. All demons are dark entities that wield dark magic, but they may or may not hold special powers. General abilities include black magic, levitation, portaling (space travel), and control over the fire/ice element. Incubus/succubus-Demons that need to have sex to survive. Generally, they have poor/no fighting skills and weak magic. However, they can shapeshift to any creature a potential partner may be attracted to (this is how Felix was able to pose as a wolf). They are considered to be the most beautiful supernatural crea

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

Dylan, in his demonic form, and Chastity imbued with the power of the Lycan, clashed in a struggle. Amid the fierce battle against the demonic Dylan, Chastity felt the weight of his formidable strength pressing upon her. Each strike he delivered reverberated through her Lycan form, threatening to overwhelm her defenses. The realization dawned on her that defeating an ancient vampire in his demonic manifestation would be an arduous task, one that demanded more than her individual prowess.

Savoring every single word. My demons were the true artists here. They delighted in chaos, weaving carnage with a precision that bordered on divine mockery. I often watched as they pulled fresh souls into the depths, carving away hope until it was nothing more than a faint flicker smothered under cruelty. Some demons bathed in the blood of their victims, laughing as rivers of scarlet ran through the blackened stone. Others preferred a slower work—stretching time, warping reality, bending souls until they forgot what mercy once felt like. I admired them all. Each torment was a masterpiece, and I was their King, their eternal witness.

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

"Yes, you can say that. There's a term for those types of demons: incubus and succubus. If they can use magic then you're up against a tough foe. But if you have your mate then you won't be attracted like... a moth to light." "Ooh..." I nodded happily. "I hope I never run into one of those! But I have my mate already! Ebony is going to be my Luna." I said firmly making Dad laugh and me puff out my cheeks. "I hope you never do either, pup." Dad ruffled my hair and smiled. "If you ever have any other questions, never hesitate to ask." "Ok!" I said and stood up before blinking. "Oh! What do they look like? The bad magic demons!" How else could I know what to look for?

Mammon stated in the abyss of my mind. “And besides, Acanta has Libra, the grace of justice. The success of having a blood pact with a higher-level demon depends on the compatibility of her grace and Belphegor’s curse. My younger brother is not only the demon king of sloth. He is also known as the ‘disputer’, enemy of the sixth Sephiroth ‘beauty’ and the god of debauchery in the Underworld. There will be a big possibility that if Acanta formed a blood pact with him, her grace will be deteriorated, destroying the balance,” he theoretically added.

I just needed a fix to calm me down, to push the shadows that screamed and shrieked at me to let them out so that they might feed. Tears fell from my eyes, and I kept shaking my head hoping the voices would disperse if I did. I sniffed and slowly raised my eyes up to Tade's television. I could see my eyes, an unnatural eerie purple, and my hands, consumed with unharmful purple and blue flames. I didn't know what to do to hold them back. Even worse I could see my shadows reeling out of my body at their own will and there was little I could do to stop them. "Fuck you!" I yelled at the demon staring back at me from the television, and grabbed the TV remote by my side and threw the thing at my t