Demon Aura Novels & Stories

... The suppressed aura that Ms. Lilian was trying to hold finally found an outlet. It erupted. Such a massive and frosty aura expanded all throughout the field of the mansion. Fortunately, there was a barrier in Sir Benjamin's gate, or else this demonic aura would envelop the whole mountain. I felt the oppressive aura of the demon. Just this cold aura was enough to attack my soul. My soul body froze and my feet were rooted on the ground. If the demon stood in front of me, while I couldn't move or run away, I might have been eaten on the spot. This was frightening.

He asked casually. "She wore this?" Damina pointed the jacket at him and he nodded. He had given it to her when she was feeling cold during the dinner date and she pressed it on his arm immediately they had gotten to her room, he had insisted she kept it but she blatantly refused, now Damina has perceived her scent from the Jacket. He didn't like this one bit but the truth was all that matters now. "She's the one. I knew she was something when she came to your rescue at the right time, she's a half witch half demon, we need to stop her now." Damian said sniffing the jacket.

Aria dared. “The third belongs to Astaroth, Hell’s only female demon, and in many ways the most vicious. She is responsible for inciting anger, jealousy, and rage.” Aurora took a moment to calm herself. “The second belongs to Belphegor the horned beast, and at the very top, closest to the world we know, is Melloch. According to Lucius, he brings the Reaper Army up to feed. That’s how he would have noticed the change in our atmosphere. He’s bigger than the other demons in the army and smarter. He’s also…” “Aurora what is it?”

His misty brows and chiseled jaw with those eyes that emanated strength, including his pouted lips that could make one horny just staring at them, were all so special and the last thing I would want to see was bruises on his face. I couldn't let him fight Aurora by himself because it would be too dangerous, especially since my visions had clearly shown me that Aurora was a high-ranking demon. The demon scent that I smelled around her in that dream was just like that of the demon king, which means she had almost the same power as him.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

The light alternated between bright and dark, making the darkness below appear even more mysterious and elusive. Amelia sensed that the aura contained powerful demonic energy—domineering and wild, with a rebellious and violent edge. It was definitely not a benevolent presence. "The aura of a demonic beast," Amelia said in a low, grave voice. She was already prepared to deal with any sudden developments. Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the darkness below, as the aura drew nearer and became increasingly distinct.

Maybe Lucas can hold them spellbound again and make them think it’s their idea to say inside and away from the danger. “What the hell is a banshee doing in Thorne Hill?” Evander goes down the porch steps and looks up. He throws out his hand and turns to me. “Something isn’t right. That thing…that thing has an aura. Demons don’t have auras.” “It’s not an aura,” I say, heart beating faster and faster, and I move away from the house. “It’s the Ley line.” “They Ley line?” Evander shakes his head. “How would the Ley line give a demon an aura?”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I planted the heels of my palms against the hard stone on the altar and forced my muscles to pull me up to sit. The Dark Demon's eyes were on me. He still looked like Jarith, but the aura around him was the most terrifying thing I had ever felt. The power radiating from him seemed to stretch all over the hall, or perhaps sneak out through the doors and spread all over the castle. He watched me like a starving predator, ready to devour its prey. His lips stretched into a bone-chilling smile, and he stepped toward me. I flinched, bracing myself for his attack, but before he could get too close, Haizea stepped in front of him. “My Lord,” she breathed, bowing her head.

Demon or not. My expression was far from peaceful as I slowly stalked behind him. I don't know why I was suddenly nervous, but being here alone with him, send my mind reeling with the many possibilities that could happen. Yes, that, and the fact that his aura was definitely different. Very calming. Holy, yet with still the residue of darkness. "Er..iol?" I called when I was but a meter away from him. ~ 0 ~ POV: Andrea