Demon Apocolypse Novels & Stories

Sylvia rose to her feet, grabbed her cane and was about to leave when I finally caught my voice. I grabbed her wrist. My body trembling from fear. “What do you mean by they sold their souls?" I asked, my voice a whisper. Sylvia's face turned ghost white. Her eyes widened like I had just said the most horrifying thing ever. “I didn't..." she began explaining when a loud buzz echoed across the woods. We froze, shocked by the sound. Guess, I would never get used to that. The system's voice followed. “Get ready players the real Demon games is officially beginning."

Alpha Derek's POV I didn't know how but I was able to control the demon inside me. I had only sunk my claws into her neck, and at the sight of her blood, the demon inside of me suppresses. The side on which I had cut immediately healed up but has a scar. She must've been a local for her to heal up instantly. Since I was from the demon clan, no matter how fast and strong the werewolf's inner power might be, he or she can never heal from my slash.

What if the man you loved threw you away like you were nothing, the moment he no longer needed you? What if he did it in the middle of the end of the world, and left you to die in the worst way possible? That is exactly what happened to Serelle. She gave Cassian everything for two years, her food, her safety, her heart, only to find out he had a wife the whole time. When she stopped being useful to him, he threw her outside to the zombies and let them finish her. But death was not the end of her story. Fortunately for her, and very unfortunately for everyone who wronged her, Serelle wakes up three months before the apocalypse with a strange new system inside her head. This time she has p

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

××××× Let us take a look into the past of the demons around 400 years ago. 400 years ago the battle between Demons and Exorcists was much more intense than how it was now to the present date. Unruly demons would appear here and there around the world and cause panic wherever they appear. Such demons were always mostly killed by traveling 'demon slayers'[Later known as Exorcists]. With Divine power they killed every demon they had set their sight on. With so many demons killed and slaughtered, a group of demons born out of hatred from the demons killed appeared. They were known as Arch Demons. The Arch demons were stronger and more intelligent in many ways compared to all the other demons. Th

“You all know basic myths. But this one is… specific. The tale of the Shadowalker.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Emma who piped up, his voice hesitant but clear. “I… I’ve read about that. In a banned manuscripts forum. He was a demon… created by Lucifer not as a torturer, but as a ultimate weapon. A being designed to wipe out all life on Earth in one go. But Lucifer messed up the primordial spell. A variable was wrong. Instead of a mindless destroyer, Shadowalker became a demon bound by a paradoxical imperative: to save people.”

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

I said and quickly attacked them sparing no one as I tore them to shred absorbing their powers Their loud screams could be heard which give chills to the body before they change to dust "Please don't kill me, please Carmella.... am ur favorite aunt mel! "The demon said changing her face back to aunt mel "Tsk tsk,do you take me for a fool huh? a demon is still a demon despite whomever you pose as.... besides you taint my aunt face, you are half the kind of person she is! "I diss making the demon furious as it grew larger in size back in her demon appearance

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.