Demon Delivery Novels & Stories

Phil glanced at him and the door in confusion. "My head hurts," he muttered and laid back down. "I think it's hilarious that angels can get drunk. I bet Faelon can hold his liquor," Atlas mused. The bathroom door opened and Faelon stuck his head out. "Can you please go to Sophia's and watch over her also thanks for the advice. I'm going to shower now," he said sternly. Atlas nodded and chuckled as he disappeared. He reappeared outside of her home and raised a brow at the small demon that was lounging on Sophia's porch. The ugly creature was invisible to the humans but Atlas could see it as clearly as day. He transported himself by its side. Frowning looking down at it he touched it with his

‘A resourceful fool, Your Evilness,’ Malachi jeered in Julius’ mind. Julius’ hand flicked backwards, and the carving knife on the nearby table floated into his grasp. He stood over Reed’s body, his expression cold and devoid of any remorse. The demon appeared beside him, short and sturdy, its form crackling with dark energy. Julius began chanting, calling ancient forces to restore the strength Arlen had taken. His voice was low and sharp, the words twisting the air, filling the room with a sense of dread. The ritual called for the heart of his victim. Toward the end of the incantation, Julius would carve it out and consume 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.

Then, with a final, vicious motion, he drove the dagger straight through Veyron’s eye socket before delivering a heavy kick that sent the lifeless corpse sprawling onto the dirt. Standing up fully, Asher wiped a stray drop of blood from his cheek and surveyed the absolute ruin of the courtyard. A few yards away, the battle between the two demons had reached its grim conclusion. Sylvara was standing over Veyron’s right-hand man, her hands glowing with dark energy as she literally drained the final remnants of his life force. The demon let out one last, hollow gasp before his entire body dissolved, scattering into the wind like useless black smoke. Sylvara dropped to her knees, breathing heavi

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

She explained. “I thought you already fed today.” Drayce said. “I did.” Reggie winked. Ford laughed and the demons chuckled. Drayce’s face turned red as Anders explained in their mind link. “Sorry.” He murmured. - They finished their meal chatting about the recon mission and how they were going to take care of the humans they would rescue. Not everyone was participating in the conversation. Dennis was feeling a little nervous about the blood donation. He’d never been bitten by a concubus, he had been bitten by an angry vampire and a few shapeshifters, but a demon’s bite might be worse. Or better. He knew what their pheromone could do.

Was it two days or more? Marcus wasn’t sure anymore how much time had passed since he was locked inside the barren place. If anything, he thought the demon, H, had transported him into another dimension or maybe in the entity’s own state of prison. H was a transporter demon anyway; it can always do that using its powers. They were both connected with each other still though since it was Marcus’ body that H was using. He could feel the demon’s blackened emotions, but couldn’t see through its mind. It was the same with H too towards him.

“We have our demons too, literal ones, and the thirst to rip everything apart, bathe in the blood of the innocent. The humans are not wrong; there is a monster within us all. But we don’t cross that line. You’ll be surprised how much control we have over ourselves. A lot more than humans give us credit for.” “And what about those who have crossed the line?” He asked, knowing well that there were instances of madness and bloodshed. “We have protocols in place to eliminate any threats.” I told him the truth. “Hunters?” I nodded, taking another sip. “They’re a kind of hybrids; half-demon and half-human. They take care of those who can no longer be brought back. The ones who have abandoned all h

I pondered. "Tch, that's not possible." "Instead of wasting time on such thoughts, let's focus on reading the report my spies have sent." My information network had delivered an intriguing piece of news. It revealed the existence of alternate dimensions where demons resided. The more I delved into the report, the more astonished I became. These dimensions were discovered through the combined efforts of Duke Ifrit and Duchess Isla, who reported that demons dropped a crystallized essence known as demonic essence upon their demise.