Demon Asylum Novels & Stories

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

I reached up and brushed it away from his eyes with my fingers. “We can’t have sex,” Ash announced. “At least not yet.” “What?” I question him. “Why not?” “I want to, trust me. I want you so bad. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I do you.” Ash pulled me to him and I could feel his erection against me. “But I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what exactly you are or why you can see me and other demons, like Talla. And, well, something is going on inside me also, a feeling. I’m so drawn to you. You’re mine. I feel it so strongly.”

Ares turned away from her with a sigh as he looked up to the sky. “Because he tried to kill me. My father…. He tried his best to free me from the demon inside me but there was nothing he could do about the demon and it was getting worse and worse everyday. I would wake up and find myself in a pool of blood with dead animals around me or sometimes, some dead wolves or humans. After that, my father locked me up in a room that no matter what, I couldn't escape till one day, he told me he found a solution" Myla raised an eyebrow.

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

A maid came to fill his empty glass. "They are called the Demon hunters. They hunt down Demons of any kind. They also destroy villages who hid Demons. " He nodded. " Does your village hide demons? " I shook my head. " Why then did they attacked? " " Because they've always wanted to destroy Acacia. Even after the peace talks with our forefathers, they've never stopped invading our village at anytime. " I inhaled shakily as the tears threatened to leave my eyes. I shouldn't be saying this, any of this ...

Azazel I want to call her back and apologize so we can finish what we started. My eyes follow her lithe figure as she walks away. My demon rages inside me, angry that I let her go. I've never had my demon struggle so fiercely over a woman. The urge to follow her is almost too overpowering, but I manage to hold off. My fists tighten painfully while I try to keep it under control, and my body loses its tension when the smell of blood permeates the air. The palms of my hands sting from the pressure of my nails biting painfully through them. I open my fists to see that my claws have shredded my palms. I don't care, though. I’m the demon son of Barabbas. Pain has always been my companion. I will

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

The security guards at the entrance all raised their stun batons. "It's a demon! Electric shock probably won't work!" "Quick! Lock down the perimeter! Evacuate the area!" A demon? I looked up, and sure enough, there was Raven, striding in step by step. He still wore the black hoodie I had bought him. The hood covered most of his face, and his entire body radiated killing intent. With each step forward, the lobby grew more scorching. "Where's Chloe Sutton? Where are you keeping her?"

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.