Demon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Behind him is a wagon drove by the manticores, a demon creature with a lion body and a bird claws, a scorpion’s tail and wears a face of a mortal with a row of sharp fangs. “Bonum vesperam, this is the child.” A green daemon has appeared in front of the door holding a girl shivering in fear. It was Aria, the mortal. The Dybbuk look at her keenly from head to toe and when he felt satisfied, he tossed a bag of golds to the green daemon.

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

"Okay, now you’re scaring me. What going on?" "How much do you believe in the supernatural?" I asked bluntly. Sam blinked. "Like ghosts and stuff? I mean, I've always thought Crestfall was creepy enough that something weird had to be going on. Why?" Becca leaned forward. "Sam, I need you to listen very carefully and try not to freak out. I'm a witch, Cole is a werewolf, and I accidentally opened a door to hell last night at the party. Now there's a demon of hatred posing as our English teacher who wants to bring more demons through that door and turn Crestfall into some kind of hellscape."

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

"You are mine. Only mine. You belong to me. You belong to Erix Drystan. And this is your fate. I'm your fate." No! The only thing echoed in my head right now. He can't be my fate. I can't be His. I don't want a monster in my fate. As if he could read my mind, he smirked evilly, "Alas! You are stuck with a demon not a monster." He is truly a demon. And I couldn't digest the fact that my fate made me meet this demon and I don't know what things he has planned for me. A demon in black clothes and with red eyes is now in my life now. And now I have to fight this fate of mine.

I close my eyes and wait in horrified stillness for her to speak again. After a long moment, she continues, “Everything I know is kind of pieced together. From what I understand, the demon’s always been there, wandering out in the swamp. Ages ago, my ancestors made some kind of deal with it, but it went wrong. It’s been haunting the property ever since, driving the Gregory family crazy and killing anybody who gets too close.” “Helen said it’s called Asmodeus,” I add. “They used some kind of voodoo spell.” It sounds so wild when I say it out loud. Do I really believe in witchcraft and conjuring and all of that woo-woo nonsense?

“And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—” I seize him by the throat, lifting him clear off the ground. “He may be a bloodsucker, but he ain’t the real demon here,” I denounce. “You are both abominations,” Sicillio grates. “You belong in hell.” I have barely a split second to react, as a tentacled monstrosity bursts out from that poured circle of blood at his feet. I go to kick it into the wall, but those teeth tipped tentacles are wrapped tight around my calf, tightening every second in sawing, deadly vice. It’s a fucking Cthulu fledging – a real pain in the ass, even in miniature.

Screams pierced the silence, agonized, endless wails of pain that didn’t seem werewolf. Grotesque creatures moved through the haze, towering demons with distorted faces and rotting skin, draped in tattered black garments that flapped like funeral banners. Their eyes glowed red with hunger. Panic coiled in my chest. “Where… where am I?” I choked out, my voice trembling. “You’re in the demon’s realm,” came Zevarion’s voice, soft but steady through the mindlink. “Zev?” I turned, searching wildly for him. “Are you here?”

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.