Darksiders Demon Novels & Stories

But all around me all I could see were demons that seemed to hail from top class Families. Lisa: They are all nobles from around the demon world and arch demons who have had their share in the war. And now that the war has settled down. They come here once a while and visit the main city. Or they laze around in other popular spots. Most of their underlings are scattered around the human world acting as scouts, agents, assassins, basically anything that has to do with war. Ban: If it wasn't for that incident with Kiri. I would have forgotten about this conflict between these two races.

Its eyes; dozens of them,blinked across its chest, arms, and neck. Its voice crawled into their minds, low and coiling. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Selene gasped, retreating behind Ryker, who instinctively stepped in front of her. Nyra stood tall. “I am Nyra Duskbane. I offer blood, soul, and flesh in exchange for your strength.” The demon's lipless mouth curled into something like amusement. “Ah… the last heir of the Broken Throne. Your heart drips vengeance. I like that.”

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today's guest, V3! What are the intentions of these demons?" V3" Well, they want to live under the sun and to be free. But due to their demonic blood, they are corrupting other beings which results in Witches, Dark Elves, etc. I'm actually quite surprised that they managed to break through Saki's seal." V2" And why are they trying to get to Diomondi?" V3" They believe the Ancient Evils sealed in Zakheaven will help them achieve their desires." ------------------------------------------------------------------------

The demon then said, "normally the punishment for that sort of thing is death, you have done some real shiny thing girl but it seems you have got the balls, tell me what's your backing?" I then told her about my relationship with Darius and how I won the horse race, I told her I would be released anytime soon and Darius would be angry with me but he won't allow them to hurt me. She then said, "Darius, oh Darius, he never changes does he?" I wondered what she meant by that so I asked her to explain more about what she knew about Darius. "Darius is a wonderful being, he is not human or werewolf or even beast. He is not an angel or a demon or even a God, he is just an entity that exists, you wo

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

“Because he asked me to. And what he asks, his shadow must do.” “Who is he?” “My master.” “What are you?” “I am Tenebris, demon of darkness.”