Demon Butterfly Novels & Stories

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

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.

So we decided to cut the tail off. During the process, her wings happened to hit the anesthesiologist. He started trying to attack me, like he needed to protect her even though she was unconscious. That told me there’s a pheromone reaction in any of the demon skin. So we removed the wings, too.” Nettleston explained. “How long did she live once they were gone?” I asked coolly. “About two hours. We didn’t realize they were required for her to survive. No one told us that. It was a shame; she was a beautiful lady.” He shrugged.

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

Demon: "You think you can win little girl. You have made a big mistake. I am a demon. I can't be burned by bright light. I am made of fire" I tried attacking him but he teleported himself a few steps away from me and escapes my attack. He then attacked me. I fell on the ground, he sat over me and started punching me on the stomach. I felt the pain and it made me so angry. I screamed to the fullest. Suddenly it felt like the time has stopped. Everyone froze. I didn't felt the pain anymore. I felt like a light radiating from me and suddenly from my shoulder back beautiful big wings appeared. The wings were of golden color.

The demon evolved from the Seventh Apostle with its lower body submerged in the blood around it, the upper half making for a terrifying sight. "This is the power of blood, O' Mighty Blood God! Take this as an offering from your loyal servant, Cadillacia the Seventh Apostle. Feast away, Mighty Blood God," Cadillacia howled in demon form. Just then, Wilbur sat up fast and practically flew out of his room, shouting, "Ryder!" Within the next ten seconds, Ryder appeared in front of him holding his suitcase. Eileen had also appeared.

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

They look very young but she was old, very old. I stared at Andrew and Lucien and noticed the same thing. It then dawned on me what they were. They were no witches but demons that hunt down witches to get more powers. They must have killed alot of them for them to look this young in flesh. They must be around a thousands years or more... Where does this information comes from. I barely know what I am and I know a lot about demons and witches already. "Pretty one, are you with us?" she touched my hand at the process and I cringed accompanied with a strange feeling knocking me out completely.

It's just as fresh as if she just did it. I was trying to drift to sleep when her bird kept perching at my window. I stood up and opened the window. See the bird, I knew a message was about to be sent out or sent in. I took the bird and took the paper. What she wrote there seem quite useless to me. I wondered what instigated what she wrote. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".