Dark Demonic Art Novels & Stories

If I had not stopped, I could have brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fangs. "Really high," was all he said aloud. "Hmm. Interesting," the grand king mused. "I haven't seen that in a while. Sleepy, aroused, but not fully intoxicated." I have. Arthur got high when you drank from her a night before your return. "Xerxes?" Daemon called. "Mmm?" "Hypothetically speaking, now that your Soulbond has suddenly appeared, how do you feel?" A few seconds passed. " Well previously I had the mind of killing her when she does show up but after setting my eyes on her, I don't think I can bear seeing her being beaten by a mosquito.”

He forced her to leave England and sent her off to the New world. Little did he know that by sleeping with the human girl, he created me, a Dhampir, half human, half vampire. It's never been known for humans and vampires to mix so it wasn't known what would happen. My mother took shelter with a woman and her husband who ran a tavern. When she found out about me the compulsion wore off and memories of what the vampire King did came flooding to the surface. She tells the woman she's been living with for the last few weeks and she and her husband swore to protect her and her child. They would keep the child secret from the world.

My hands were shaking, my heart pounding, and for the first time since this nightmare started, I felt the full impact of what we were up against. We weren’t just fighting terrorists. We were fighting ghosts—people who moved in the shadows, orchestrating chaos with deadly precision. And Kareem… what was he really? Who was he? I sat down on the edge of a worn couch, my mind racing. Every time I looked at him, I felt a pull—an attraction that was impossible to deny. But there was something more beneath the surface. Something darker. The door creaked open, and Kareem stepped back inside, his expression unreadable.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

Now that I have all the resources and support I can utilize to reclaim my life, I will use it to the fullest and live with this contract even if I have to give my soul to the contractor. “It’s done my Lady, as long as it is you, I can give everything, even if I destroy this Kingdom.” Hold on, just what on earth this demon wants from 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.

My vision began to blur as I felt all my energy drain. "Please let this be another nightmare," I told myself as everything began to fade along with my consciousness. The world around me became a hazy blur, the distant echoes of the battle fading into silence. The grip of the darkness I had summoned tightened, and I felt an unfamiliar heaviness settling over me. A voice, distant and indistinct, echoed a warning, but it seemed to come from a place far removed from my own reality. The aftermath of the dark magic left the once-threatening wolves lifeless and desiccated.

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!