Demon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Although they were a lot of books with the same name, guessing by the last detail, this must be the book she was talking about. "Yes," answered Bella and confiscated Bethany's phone. "The book was written by a demon. When he descended on Earth, he created a cult group where they worshiped Lilith. The mother of demons and vampires. But over time, the book got lost, and no one has found it to this day. This was the brief description they found on G****e, along with the picture of the book. When they checked the link, they found it to be broken. "Bella, what does it mean?" Bethany asked and looked at Bella questioningly. Because it was mentioned that the book was lost for decades. How did Bella

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.

However, to her surprise, the demon sat and stopped chasing after her, as if something halted them, slowly the demon dispersed. Luck it may seem, but she thinks of it weird, what else can disperse those creatures? A fragrant thick scent of roses touches her nose, later she realized Desrosier Valley wasn’t named for fancy reasons, but because the name itself is the most frightful thing you should have met in the forest. Trying to untangle the vines on her foot is futile, then a lot more starts to crawl and tangle to her body, what worse is that the torns scrapes her skin.

A few hours ago, she was scared of losing her only child and currently, she is in an unknown forest. She looked around, hoping to find a place where she could rest her head and feed the baby. Luckily, she found a tree to lean on. She sat down and fed the baby while she looked around for wild animals or vagabonds. Vagabonds are rampant during this time. Blood-sucking demons also known as Night Crawlers. Cursed beneath the shadows of death never to see the breaking of the dawn - Buried in darkness and cursed to live till eternity.

I run into the woods, blood, I need blood. I sniff, there's a human in here, I look around, noticing two elderly couple walking and smiling at each other. I lick my lips. I speed in front of them which startled them. I quickly grab the old man neck and suck out all the blood in his vain, making the old lady scream. The man fell from my hand lifelessly, my eyes turn red, my demons showing itself, I look at the terrified woman before grabbing her and finishing what I started. *****"**

From what he knew, the man was one of those people his grandmother often referred to as a ‘good person’. The trepid forest was home to petty outworlders… low demons, he amended his thoughts. Low demons like the fire serpent and the broken backed armadillo which seemed more like a cross between an armadillo and a cat were scattered all over the place. However, his lessons had taught him that it was rare for a greater demon like the hump backed necrophilous, a demon as tall as two men, known to walk on its feet, to be found here. The creature wasn’t an intelligent one, but its threat existed in its behavior after its death. This was when the creature charged any and everything that stood talle

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [A Creature created during the failed attempt to recreate human genes, The Capra demon is a monster that is relentless in its pursuit and feral in its attacks. Resembling a large humanoid with a goat's head] Oh yeah, this is cool and all, but why are you guys looking so scary? Do you have a goat skull head? There is another summon with a creepy giant head that smiles creepily! I see you also received the fire element h

She didn’t want to spill her crazy on to someone else. With no one to really talk to and all the time to kill she pulled out her laptop. She started searching the web for everything from hauntings to attachment’s. It was hard to distinguish what was real and what was fabricated. Jess eventually stumbled across something called a demonologist. His name was Doug Marshall and he lived about a day’s drive from her in Colorado. She clicked the contact me button on his website and decided that now was the time to tell her crazy story. This guy was her last and final hope. She closed her laptop as she was told to upon initial decent. With just her carry on she made her way to the parking lot

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"