Demon Dean Supernatural Novels & Stories

's eyelids blinked sharply. "My authority is absolute. I am the Architect. I am the Alpha.". As he talked, Sama Arthur caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. The fleeting, ghostly form of a young man with wide, terrified eyes flashed past him along the corridor before vanishing into the shadows. He was a ghost, a spirit of one of Dean Wason's past sins, and Sama Arthur knew, a bone-deep certainty, that he was there. Dean Wason, seeing her face, turned to glare at the vacant corridor. "A trick of light," he said, his voice strained. "A shadow." "It's no trick, Dean Wason," Sama Arthur said, her own voice steady for the first time since the ritual. "It's a ghost. It's one o

Despite the morbid topic of discussion, my lips curl up. "Demons are supernaturals who practises dark magic. As far as I know they are rare. Not everyone can practise magic and stay sane. But they are powerful because demonic powers on top of their inherent ones makes them more powerful than an average supernatural creature and sometimes stronger ones too." I have no doubt about their power because I saw Zenith literally ending Hansika’s life who was supposedly the best witch in aunt Jade’s academy. This thought doesn’t give me any solace. It only fills me with dread and more anxiety.

I only met a few of them, Kira is the only one I recognised from that bunch. "Unfortunately I do" I snarled, pulling the chair beside the grand seat. Dean's lips twitched by his side as he took a bite of his waffle. My eyebrows furrowed at him. I had no idea that demons had an appetite. They are dead after all. "Huh?" Dean stared at Lauren, his lips pulled in a smirk. At that moment I was angry enough to lift the fork nearby and stab his face. Multiple times. The thought made me disgust, a few seconds later. Hell was starting to affect my thoughts and in a bad way.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

Dean asked. “Werewolves are supernatural entities. Their existence on this plane is more astral than it is physical,” the shaman explained. Dean watched as she added some things he couldn’t quite identify, then started brewing a substance he assumed he’d soon ingest, while also making general preparations for whatever ritual she was about to perform.

I really appreciate Mom for doing this. I opened my laptop and search many types of demons. I am becoming more desperate each day on finding out the mystery behind Dark Hades. Is there a chance that among all the demons he was different? Now I understand why he only comes out when there’s an incident or accident is happening because he is a demon. He lives in trouble and sins but he was once an angel. Would it be possible for him to go back being an angel? This is making me crazy! All the information I found out are all on the bible that mom were saying about. When I feel okay and fine I went back to work. Mom was still here and I know she won’t be bored because she always visits her friend’

I cocked my gaze. "How did this person become a demon? Being corrupted does not automatically transform one into a demon, but this individual is unquestionably a demon. Given that this is the first demon the world has seen in a long time, this issue will undoubtedly receive the most attention possible." Duchess Isla's tone was solemn.

“Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.” We walked in silence as I absorbed my surroundings, glad of the colombina mask I wore that disguised my appearance. We rounded a corner, entering the heart of a grove. A bare-chested demon in harem pants with skin black as night bowed to Samael, his skin studded with a silver dusting of ridges and tattoos. Deer antlers crested his head, woven with red cloth and silver bells that sounded as he rose. Samael gave a cursory nod. “Dantalion. Is the hearse ready?”

She closed her eyes and any demon within four centimeters close to her froze, she turned their body into ice and broke it to pieces one by one. Alpha Ethan ran towards the demons in front of him, his Lycan was huge enough to to take down 15 at a time, his claws dugged deep into them and with surprise they were dead, their weakness had no effect on him because he was also a demon which could also kill them. He made way for Hades but he suddenly disappeared from his sight not to be seen. He got so angry that he ran straight into the midst of the demons taking them out in a mass number.

I swallow hard, feeling all the life drain out of me. “There’s no need to look so perplexed. Surely, you’ve heard of demons and contracts like this,” he says. “Of course, I have. But it’s stupid to believe in the supernatural. You’re toying with me, aren’t you?” I reply, thankful I’ve been able to find my voice. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?” He asks with mock worry in his voice. I shove the contract onto his chest, not bothering whether he catches it or not. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”