Demon Creepypasta Novels & Stories

That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh. But most people call those scavengers demons, especially if they have strong religious beliefs, like the Blotters and Father Thompson. Religions aren’t exactly prone to middle grounds. Everything’s black or white, so whatever doesn’t fit in the good lane is labeled as evil. I had the idea that demons are into living souls, not stagnant residual energy, no matter how foul, and that was why I thought we were most likely dealing with a scavenger. And I could only pity this entity, born to feed on echoes of pain, fear and violence, prisoner in a house so full of love and good memories. Of course it

I tried to find her, to return the jacket, but I had no luck. I was at the restaurant, just starting my shift when our monthly trouble walked in. They always feel me up like I'm a piece of meat and then trash the place. I back myself in the corner as tears roll down my cheeks. I close my eyes as the five of them close in on me. I hear grunts and open my eyes to the Dhampir, fighting off the perverts.

Coldly, he pointed at me and Maria and continued to scold, "Then explain why your 'friends' know. Never mind, I don’t want to hear your excuses." As soon as he finished speaking, Fred sneered and raised his hand. In the darkness, the figure of a demon materialized. It had the head of an ox and the body of a horse, emanating an oppressive, suffocating stench. Its skin was like decaying swamp, covered in sores and bloodstains. Its enormous ox-like head was dotted with glowing crimson eyes that gleamed with cruel malice. A long, forked tongue flicked out of its mouth, carrying the pungent smell of rot, as though it might devour everything in its path at any moment. The grotesque creature stood

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

Kat watched in morbid fascination as each pair of people walked over to the top and bottom ends of each table and the slave was de-robed before the hungry vampires who were leering and inspecting them indecently. “Fucking hell…” Kat breathed out feeling a little sickened. The wine suddenly making her head spin and she felt herself getting hot and uncomfortable. Luisette turned to Kat and saw the abject horror on her face as the sacrifices de-robed and they dutifully climbed up onto the dining tables almost in perfect synchronization, lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling. “What sort of banquets do Demon’s have, precious?” Luisette’s voice invaded her mind and she startled, looking ro

Aurora snorted, which I took as a personal victory. By the time the sun began to set behind jagged mountain peaks, we were all suffering in our own way. Paimon’s coat looked less crisp. Aurora’s ankles actually touched the ground. As for me, I had evolved into something between a gremlin and a hiking disaster. "We’ll camp here," Paimon said, stepping into a clearing. I blinked at him. "Wait. We’re camping? Like... with tents? Do demons even camp?" He didn’t respond. Just waved a hand and conjured a black tent out of nothing. It popped up in a puff of infernal smoke like a hell-themed circus tent.

《They’ve been droning on about dirt for an hour. Him. Again. I pressed my lips together. “What are you?” I whispered under my breath, low enough no one could catch it. “Hallucination? Psychic trauma? Or did I finally faint and hit my head one too many times?” A chuckle slithered through my mind. 《Cute. But no. I’m a demon, little wolf. All powerful. Ancient before your kind ever learned to crawl.》 My chest tightened. “Wonderful. A squatters’ rights demon. Living rent-free in my head.”

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

Stella, an 18-year-old college student, was bored and horny. She had always been fascinated by the occult and decided to try her hand at summoning a demon for some much-needed sexual gratification. Armed with a dusty old tome she had found at a thrift store, she set up candles, drew pentagrams, and began chanting the incantation.

AVARA The darkness clings to my skin like tar and dread is creeping up my skin. I am running, but the ground beneath my feet feels like teeth, jagged, ivory soil that bites with every step. I look back and the West Wing of the mansion is melting, the stone turning into weeping sores. From the shadows, the demons emerge. The scaly demons with golden eyes are in the majority, their tongues flickering as though they can taste my fear. Around them, dozens of grey, multi-jointed wraiths crawl along the invisible ceiling of my nightmare, their claws clicking in a rhythmic, terrifying chorus.