Dabbling In The Demonic 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.

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.

My fingers elongate as sharp claws push through my finger nails, flashing in the lowering sun like knives. My Demon, Damballa, paces anxiously in my mind, ready to be let loose on the world if even for a moment. A sense of freedom washes over me as I let go of the anger swelling inside of me and allow myself to accept the inner desires of the beast that lays sleeping deep within. “Yesss…” My forked tongue slithers out drawing out the s like a snake’s hiss. “Let usss roam the night, my brother.”

“We don’t have a clue about what kind of spirit it is?” “No, she doesn’t know enough about it to even hazard a guess at what it is. She’ll contact Hailey and arrange to deal with the spirit as soon as the anchor stone is gone. So, that’s another disaster off our plate.” Eric took his notebook back and flipped to a page. He returned it to her, and she saw that he’d speculated from the information he’d found out from their various investigations and research. Greta wasn’t anymore pleased seeing the description of the spirit. She disliked calling any spirit demonic. A spirit could be negative without being demonic and it was more liking to not be demonic. True demonic infestations were a once i

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

The Demon’s Pact Intro; Ivy had lived a life of quiet desperation, her heart aching for something more than the dull, predictable routine of her existence. One stormy night, feeling lost and yearning for the forbidden, she stumbles upon an ancient book that promises to unlock her deepest desires. When a reckless chant summons the demon Azrith from the shadows, Ivy is pulled into a dangerous pact she never anticipated.

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a human aspect of you. What this mean

Hazel commented, linking the state of the corpse to an unorthodox cultivation technique. Unorthodox techniques were also called demonic techniques. Differently from the orthodox ones that used the natural "Breath" of the world to function and emphasized stability, the demonic ones worked through extreme exercises. Lucinda had practiced in one of them in his youth, namely the Forging of Seven Hells. They usually involved sacrifices and dangerous treatments but they also gave fast results. Seeing that Lucinda had absorbed part of the blood of the creature, Hazel could not help but guess that Lucinda cultivated in one of those techniques.

"Why didn't you turn me in?" "If I did, you probably wouldn't survive." "Didn't you hear them? They're looking for demons." I laughed. "They're looking for demons. What does that have to do with a little incubus like you?" "Little... incubus?"