Demon Delivery Novels & Stories

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 demon said. “Back to where to took it from” Goody said folding her arms. “Meet me there in three minutes” the demon said and disappeared into thin air. “You heard him, get going my part is done it's your turn to receive” Goody and turned to leave. “Not so fast Goody, I know the rules demons follow, if the persons there when he was summoned is not exactly the same witnesses when he delivers, he has the power to steal it for another person who asks. And that's not happening under my watch, now move it” Louis said as he dragged her arm and they moved towards the reliquary.

"Tell the Lords I’m never coming back." The demon let out a scream of anger as it was pulled out of the girl’s body forcefully in a cloud of black smoke. Callie opened a gateway quickly and directed the demon to go through where Azazel would be waiting on the other side. She closed the gate as soon as it was gone and looked over at the mess in the Medical Bay. The First Year was slumped on the floor in a fetal position crying in big, trembling sobs.

Not long after, the Vampires and Werewolves were on the ground, severely injured. Zeda took out her phone to send a quick message to the mixed team, but when she opened the group chat, she saw a flurry of messages. They had assembled already and were on their way, making her sigh in relief. If anyone could stop the demon, it was the special team of the Academy. The demon stood a few feet off the ground, surveying everyone with an evil look on his face—an angel of death, about to execute his final cause of action: death. “Lucian! That’s enough!” Mr. Percival’s voice rang out through the entire scene, and the demon turned to look at him.

“Caution never hurts. You need to be prepared for shuffling zombies." Dave made a contemptuous throaty sound. "Please. They are just as dangerous or focused as the demon that summons them. Most will give up before the fight gets interesting." I never knew how serious to take Dave. He was a good guy, even with dark red skin, purest black eyes, and occasional bouts of uncontrollable anger. But nobody is perfect. “I swear,” he continued. “Most demons have ADD2. As soon as things start to get better, they leave to start some new shit. That's why they never finish anything."

It was an intrusion. Twelve white drones, shaped like geometric eyes, hovered outside the boardroom. A voice, mechanical and cold, boomed through the desert air. "Vance & Void Syndicate, you are in violation of the Universal Trade Agreement. Surrender the Subject known as Mia Vance, or we will commence the Deletion of the African Continent." Vane looked at Elara, a dark, desperate glint in his eyes. "We can't fight them alone, Elara. Not as humans. Not as demons."

“And what’s that?” “I want you to make me immortal.” His expression twisted with horror and disgust. “Are you insane? Demons aren’t immortal. And you want me to turn you into one?” Wait. Demons can die? “Okay, okay. But... how do you die?” “If we’re beheaded. Or injured beyond repair.” Duly noted: decapitation equals demon death. Then he started laughing. A loud, deep, devilish cackle that shook my bones. I closed my eyes, bracing for a fireball or something worse.

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.

"I don't care if you're a murderer, I just want to eat." Then that's when I met Jieun a.k.a Ayu, she's also a Demon assassin and she was the one who recruited me and then I met the four Demon Gods, Demian, Seth, Ruthven and Azazel. They are all living in the underworld. They're Demons but they all look like they live on Mt. Olympus, well, all bad guys are rather good looking handsome or just like me, super good looking pretty handsome. Those ugly ones? They are just good, doing evil things.

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.