Demon Asylum Novels & Stories

I grunted, forcing a breath, but the agony was so sharp that my hearing began to dull, the world fading into a muffled roar. **** MALACHI The demon had incapacitated my brothers in a heartbeat, leaving them broken. Asher lay unnervingly still—I feared the worst—while Caspian struggled beneath the wreckage. A fallen pillar had him pinned, the exposed steel reinforcement impaling his midsection. There was no time to mourn or assess their wounds. My entire existence narrowed down to one goal: keeping the demon away from the pups. Their frantic cries fueled my desperation even as my strength ebbed away. In the chaos, I had lost sight of Kaida; the room was a graveyard of splintered furniture and

"I did what was necessary to protect the realms. The Void needed a host, or it would have consumed everything—your world and mine." "And you picked me because I was easy to break," she spat. The red sky of the Iron Market suddenly turned black. The frozen explosion of Silas’s body didn't finish its blast—it simply dissolved into ash. The thousands of demons outside the pavilion stopped their cheering. A wave of absolute, crushing silence swept over the crater. Every demon in the Iron Market simultaneously fell to their knees. Not for Vane. For her. Vane felt it. He let go of her shoulders, stepping back, his hand flying to the hilt of his cane. His expression was a complex map of regret, fea

How the idea of belonging to them by turns, of being completely dominated, excites me more than it should. “I accept,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Only if you hold up your end. No cheating.” Demon smiles like he just won a war. John says nothing. Just nods, staring at the sea. That night, the world tilts toward the abyss again. Demon takes me away. Not to another house. To a cabin hidden among the dunes, with covered windows and thick wooden walls. Outside, it’s all wind and foam. Inside, it’s darkness and desire.

Tina screamed and struggled, but the demon's strength was far superior to hers. "Tina!" Haneul blasted through the door of the mansion and the demon's grip loosened. Tina took it as a chance to knee it in the gut. She punched in the face, just as her training taught her. She turned towards Haneul in haste. But something was wrong. It wasn't Haneul who was standing by the door anymore. Instead, a tall lanky Black man with a menacing grin took his place. As he stepped nearer and nearer toward Tina, his fingers seemed to melt and transformed into sharp claws. "Hello, Christina. I am Asmodeus, Prince of Hell. Do you have coffee in this house? I'm craving for some."

I know I’m a demon but whoever God Ashley believes in, please, let him be okay. As soon as I parked my car, I jumped from the driver’s seat and ran towards the hospital, not stopping by to ask for the room number as I used my demonic senses to seek Ashley’s presence. Room 204. He’s in room 204. I actually contemplated between just fucking using my power to teleport and riding the elevator so I can see him quickly but logic won and I just took the elevator. I can’t risk it with this number of human around. Fuck—Ashley is here and I am wishing he’s okay.

All he did was to watch in fear of his life as the demon's fingers slowly pierced his living chest. He squinted his eyes tight in pain, gnashed his teeth and uttered no word. "Let me in!" Azazel yelled as his demonic figure came forth, the horns, the red skin and flares. "You know all I say is true!" So why choose to be by his side?" Asked the demon. The sound of beating drums was heard in the background as tension was being raised. Massaca squeezed the ball he held, leaving it with no air left. Azazel drove his finger deeper right in the middle of his chest. "Ahhhh!" Massaca finally yelled in pain, letting it all out.

Patience was a weapon, and when the time came, he would strike with precision and fury. His phone buzzed on the desk, snapping him out of his thoughts. The screen flashed with a name— ‘Demon.’ Damian picked up without hesitation. “Talk.” “I’ve got eyes on him,” Demon’s gravelly voice rumbled through the phone. “Asher’s been laying low, but not well enough. He’s moving in the underworld, making deals. I’ll have him cornered in a matter of days.” Damian tightened his grip on the phone. “No mistakes. I want him alive.”

There was no way out there, he was being pressured, with a bazooka in his locker. - Because I? - He thought of escape routes, but more appeared around him, they were Trigon, Lucifer, Mamon, Miguel, Rafael, Azazel, Neron, Spectro, Nekron and Phantom Stranger, all sat around the table. – Come on, make an appointment, he will be on earth, let him have a piece of you, let him experience it, between invasions, he needs to be distracted and converted. – Amasteus said, besides being a demon, he was a lawyer.

Idamus looked worried. “I currently have her contract holder, Scott McGowen within these walls and will be summoning her Demon Lord…I didn’t think it safe for her to be anywhere near here tonight.” “Oh, I see…that’s a shame for me…however I offer my services to you in this ritual.” Ruben drew back in surprise. “There is no need for you to do that, Idamus…your warlocks were more than enough last time.” “Never the less, I am here so you might as well use me…”

Zayne asks. I’m slightly annoyed at having to talk about the father when there are more pressing matters. I didn’t want to leave Ashton with Greggory, but this is serious. This is war and even though this is exactly what we were waiting for, I don’t want her involved. “He’s working for demons. Ashton found out that he’s been in contact with a church supposedly located in Hell. Church of Depraved.” “I’ll send soldiers to dismantle this current operation and eliminate the threat immediately.”