Demon Dean Supernatural Novels & Stories

I doubt that he’s even paying attention to the show, that is, until the news decided to show up on screen from yesterday’s attack. “...faulty examination, as there was a demon that possessed one of the sponsors, Mr. Grimoire Delazeir. Professionals said that it was a rank B demon because it could take over and control its victims. Fortunately, one of the hunters in the venue is Logan Winters, who single handedly defeated the demon.” I did not miss how Logan’s expression changes when the reporter mentions his name. “For someone who killed the demon, you don’t seem happy like you used to. You’re not even boasting about how you killed it.” I try to joke to lighten the mood, but it seemed like L

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

Zeus asked quietly not to disturb his mate, who had fallen asleep with her head on the countertop. Cronos muttered in response, "I think it has something to do with what he already is." Resting his elbows on the counter and steepling his fingers, he continued, "Demon is a true-born demon of the underworld. He was not sent there for punishment; he was born of the darkness that belongs to one of the most horrifying of places. The place of his birth does not want to let him go. Demon is not strong enough to fight it." "Can't anyone do something to help him? Leo will be devastated if the Demon does not survive." Evelynn sniffled as Cronos wiped the tears from her cheeks. "We all will," she added

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

Dashcam footage. The video was grainy, but the timestamp was there. The streets were vaguely familiar—I saw it in the last video he sent to me. I didn’t breathe as I watched. A black SUV. A quick swerve. Another car pulled up. Then men. Guns. Screaming. And then— There he was. Leon. Unmistakably him. Pulling the trigger. Twice. Three times. No mask. No hesitation. And then walking back like it meant nothing. I couldn’t breathe.

It is just a suicidal mission to go to war with me now. I was about to ask who he was afraid of when Hutton appeared in front of me, fully transformed into a powerful demon with a tail and horns. The aura around him was a strong demon scent similar to that of Diane. A huge smile slipped my lips as I watched him bow to the ground before me. After feeling the death of Diane in my heart, I had grunted in rage, feeling so bad at her failure, but now I think she didn't fail. She sacrificed her life to get Hutton entirely possessed by her demon spirit. Now I have Hutton in my power.

They latch on to anyone who radiates positivity and suck it out of their soul as a meal. Usually, humans recover from the bout of depression in a few days but if a demon takes a particular liking to a human and constantly latches on to them then the human might even commit suicide from the depression and feelings of hopelessness. Similarly, other creatures like demons may also do the same to acquire substance, however, some species of demons or some other type of negative creatures might have a different substance. For example, succubus and incubus gains it’s substance through sexual energy. “I would eat but it doesn’t seem like you need much help.” He commented, seeing how she was already d

On top of their dark magic, they also possess elemental powers, telekinesis, along with the regular abilities of a common demon. Demon-general population of the underworld. All demons are dark entities that wield dark magic, but they may or may not hold special powers. General abilities include black magic, levitation, portaling (space travel), and control over the fire/ice element. Incubus/succubus-Demons that need to have sex to survive. Generally, they have poor/no fighting skills and weak magic. However, they can shapeshift to any creature a potential partner may be attracted to (this is how Felix was able to pose as a wolf). They are considered to be the most beautiful supernatural crea

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

Annalise turned to look at him one last time, wanting to wave her hand only to frown when she saw his expression. She turned around to find me standing right behind her, and just as she tried to escape, wanting to enter the cemetery again, she was stopped by Dean, one of my men, who stood in front of the door, three steps away from the demon. “You…” “Yes, neonata, I am the ‘pup’ that you and your weakling demon were talking about.” I said, putting a hand on her mouth and nose, covering them with a cloth of morphine, drugging her as the demon screamed. Her body fell limp and before she knew it, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I smirked and wrapped my arms around her, lifting her in m