Demon Apartment Novels & Stories

I hadn’t seen her in years now. After finding my way to a demon club that she attended frequently, I gritted my teeth, cursed myself out, and stepped into the building. Fire burned through the first room, the flames licking the ceiling and the heat hotter than fucking hell. It ensured that only demons stepped into this space; no other species were allowed. Once I walked through the fucking fire that seared the edges of my clothes, I opened a heavy metal door and stepped into The Inferno. Demons in their truest forms sauntered around the room, their horns out and lengthened and their eyes a piercing red.

Dom The holding apartment is fifteen kilometers outside the city, in an industrial belt of warehouses and self-storage facilities. Oba acquired it last week through a contact who manages property foreclosures and looks the other way about who his sub-letters actually are. Two rooms. Concrete floor. A drain in the center of the larger room, which is why Oba picked it. We park behind the loading bay at quarter past seven. Saint and Butcher walk Bartoš inside, one on each elbow. Kir behind them.

Sexy. My apartment building isn't even an apartment building, not really. It's an old Victorian carved into six "units," each one more cursed than the last. Mine is Unit 5A, a glorified closet with creaky floors, yellow-tinted lighting, and a bathroom that occasionally leaks mysterious fluids. Rent is obscene, naturally. I'm halfway up the porch steps, digging through my bag for the key, when I freeze. There's someone sitting on the top step.

Damon I sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on.

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.

Sam said while showing me on the map where the houses will be built to accommodate them. “These are nice plans but we have to remember that the Demons and witches are also moving in. I suggest instead creating amazing apartment condos. I know it will not be the same that your pack is used to but to accomodate more it would be better if each fraction has their own complex. Each complex will need their own yard space. They should have a Indoor pool for training and children. Indoor playground for the children. As well as their own training grounds. Their complexes need to be set up to be a fully functioning pack or coven or whatever the demons have. So we need to ensure that each group can con

"As I know, demons do not leave their territory. They hunt souls in their own space. I suspected that your death is not a simple accident." Will's mother just smiled. "Perhaps...There are a lot of people who had several accidents and some died in that apartment ever since a murderer was found dead. A lot of people left the apartment building, but I don't care about it and stayed. Although I died like the others, I am not resentful. After all, I am able to meet my son again." This demon was truly malicious. I need to have a separate plan to obliterate this demon. "...Have you seen or felt any presence of a door?"

"Huh...Ahhh!" Luca spun around sharply when he heard the scream. "Let go! Your Highness!" Arlen was hoisted in the air by a bat demon in broad daylight. Luca's mouth dropped as he looked up. Bat demons were generally afraid of the sunlight due to their keen senses. To have one pop-up now was a mystery but a clear indicator that they were sitting ducks. Arlen was yet to face anything like it and was not in the mood to absorb such robust energy. "Don't just stand there; help me, goddammit!"

Dyleon looked away as soon as he noticed Lysan staring at him too. Lysan chest tightened. Dyleon would think something was going on between him and Roman. And something was indeed going on, but not just the way Dyleon thought. —-- Lysan walked to his dorm after the practicals. It had been empty for the last seven days. His roommate suddenly vanished after his combat exams. But tonight, the door was slightly ajar. Lysan pushed it and walked in. He saw his roommate sitting on his bed. He looked up as Lysan walked in, and something flickered across his face.

Immediately he pointed towards the room where he had seen the hideous figure. "There ... there is a demon, Mas! Really! She has long hair, its face looks like your wife, Mas!" Alif said still shaking. Doni immediately looked displeased. "Don't talk carelessly, Lif. There are no demons here." "I swear! By Allah, I'm not lying. The last time I was about to pee, I couldn't find the toilet, instead, I saw your wife combing her hair. Then, she ate the comb!" Kumara with the same beautiful appearance as Alif saw in the living room earlier appeared behind Doni. He looked sad and looked down. Slowly, tears fell from his eyes. In silence, the graceful woman wiped her cheeks.