Demon Cycle Book Series Novels & Stories

And you all have questions, which is why I am currently working on putting up the second part of this series "Demon's possession" This book was originally meant to be a triology series but after much consideration, I finally decided to split the first part in two, which is now "Demon Host" and "Demon's possession" because it was getting longer than I had expected, in the process now making it a four book series. I would be taking a little time off to focus on my other ongoing books till they're completed so updates on the second book might come up very slowly. I hope you all can understand. In the meantime I have already published a draft of the Demon's possession here on GoodNovel so feel f

Evelyn said softly, "If it's still there, I could use it to teach you. It was a good book." Hilda gave a puzzled look, but she nodded her head in high spirits, "Uh-huh!" "And what's your third thing?" Evelyn's eyes smiled and she guessed, "Is it to sleep with me?" Hilda nodded again, her eyes shining. Demons only need sleep to replenish their strength when they are seriously injured; in normal times, sleep is an optional thing for demons. Evelyn lay down facing Hilda and quickly closed her eyes. After a while, she sensed Hilda sneaking closer to her, pressing up against her, even reaching out to tighten her arms around her waist.

Douglass accepted the challenge and looked back at Amethyst who had acted on an impulse and snatched the book from his hands. "There were two books — the book of Spells and the book of Prophecies. Why only this one?" Turning every page of the book, Amethyst investigated, narrowing her eyes at Douglass who never said anything else. Amethyst swiftly stopped turning the pages and stopped on one page that had her name written boldly at the top. Her eyes widened with unspeakable fear that attracted the attention of both Liam and Douglass. "M-my b…blood is needed for the…rebirth of the demon…?" She gasped and the book elegantly fell from her hands.

"I can literally do this all night." "Yeah well, 'Demon Daddy'." Rayleigh air quoted. "Apparently had some book that he somehow got his claws on that once belonged to a profound Exorcist." She leaned forward in her seat. "It contained all the Exorcists that ever existed. Dates from the moment they were born to the day they died." "What happened to the book? Does he still have it?" Lily asked. "No." Rayleigh shifted her gaze away for a moment. "We fucked and by doing so, I somehow absorbed the magic that the book contained."

even in her fear for me, my pup is more loyal than any being I know. Holding Ashton like this should mean nothing and be incapable of inflicting him with pain. But it’s Zorien holding him this tightly, relishing in the snaps and crushes I’m purging out of him. Mid-tier Demons have their blood in orange, like the glow of their eyes when they use their powers. I mute his chokes and desperate attempts to bring my hand free and irritatedly toss him over to Ciel. “I must be a joke to you both, it seems. You should be indebted to my pup, for it’s only because of her kind heart I’m not ending your miserable lives right now. Get back to your posts at once”.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

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

Just like that—straight as if drawn with a ruler. And now... She placed the candles in the corners, lit them, focused, and said the words. A summoning didn’t require much. A demon would be glad to get a chance to go through. Innis never realized the moment that everything went wrong. The spell started to draw too much power, the flames of the candles burst out, growing elbow-long, and pain flashed in her chest. Hold on, girl! You will make it!

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.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co